Two Things

 

Little bones that crush under the weight of a felicitous future,

Learn to use inevitable pauses to their inevitable advancement.

 

Infectious without molding out the shape of their function,

In pitfalls of profound thought, they find danger—not in the plunge but in the soar:

 

The height that will transcend me in my seeking, because he says

There are only two things I can be, and not both at once.

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