
Each day’s a new opportunity
to fail, to stumble on the way,
skin my knees then rise, dizzy:
the world trembles like glass
in a harmony I cannot sing.
(May 15, 2025)
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Each day’s a new opportunity
to fail, to stumble on the way,
skin my knees then rise, dizzy:
the world trembles like glass
in a harmony I cannot sing.
(May 15, 2025)