Inner Space

Unbroken We

We bend
–we blur and merge.
We fly; we soar.

We fall;  we break.
We cry.
We shiver and shake.
We tremble, we fear.
We lose. We win.

We conquer,
victorious in our inevitable decline.
We cuddle,  we love.
–we hate.
We feel,  we are.
We jump,  we hope.

We fall against the wind,
We fail.
We look ahead.
We watch the center storm.
We breathe. We march forward.

We survive with a parried thrust
–into the storm, then we move.

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