And I’m not one to take risks.
At least...not in the usual sense.
It’s a question of trusting my voice,
My always-good intuition
To see what and who are real.
Why should it suddenly fail me now?
For longer than we’ve even been,
It’s been testing me and feeding me truths
That carried me roughly down this winding path
Of experiential art to share
And of knowledge of good and evil
And the relationship between the two
That fits so sweetly between me and you
O.K., I think you got my point,
And I shouldn’t second-guess.
I’m right
And you’re biting your lip right now.
Starting to tremble, into me.
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