I'm sitting at the edge of a rock
spinning
and watching as the threshold opens
into a meandering wave of
polarity
searching for a manner
in which to guide
the needle north
as it tumbles out of control
spinning
fixate now on familiarity
in this unfamiliar terrain
slide against the grains
that oppose you
digging further deeper downward
banging our heads together for
a mighty solution
that will alleviate
all these worries
cascading
a thin sliver
is all that separates
us
my fists are closed and ready
my feet firmly on the ground
waiting to pounce
a victory in sight
and defeat in the rear view
spinning
determined to break through
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