i'm learning though i'm nowhere yet
& finding breathing isn't the incurring of debt
it's just a journey in & out of foreign skies
where motion is a drug higher than a lust for a guise
i'm learning though i'm starting late—
that i can purchase & own my own slate
i remember the bars & conclusions got & foregone
now i pray promises that i won't be puppet or pawn
i'm learning though i'll make mistakes—
it's less about which fork or path that any takes
as what kind of breathing & seeing is got on the way
& learning too that all things near were once awhile away
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