1.
at the crossroads between two concepts:
that there is no one to stop me;
that there is no one i would let stop me.
2.
i wait for years
to know if i felt what i thought i felt--
not wishing to be taken as a liar,
i show little
to preserve myself from untruths.
3.
one lays claim to the moment with sound and white
like the arms of the fire
reach toward blankest oxygen.
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