Let it go

Because you’ll die

If I finally erupt

You’ll see the world

Shattered still

And then it will break

But you know.

That’s what you want

So I hold it till I do

That’s my gift

That’s the spirit

Say it all you want.

But I am here

In.  This space.

And sorry you are not.

But with each breath,

You take and speak,

You say it very well.

You don’t want

The gift I give,

And that is fine as well.

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