Free
there is something
reassuring
in the quiet night
of waiting
and knowing
you aren’t alone
that no matter your lot
you will return
same as so and so
to the same spot
and turn your eye
to the chandelier
in the sky
and bask in its beauty
if only for a time
and your being there
and believing, somehow, it was important
to be there
is in itself an admission
and as the last facet fades to fog
you feel small
as you start back
the way you came
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