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poem seventy two.

i stood poised a spaceship primed for takeoff the countdown clock counting down

an imperfect phrase teeters on my doorstep flitting to my windowsill roosting like a robin in winter

putting the pieces back together that even super glue cannot mend you reach into the real and bring back hope

today i achieved the dawn of a new age an ironclad opportunity a golden moment of perspective

do you watch as she waddles to the edge? as she teeters precariously upon her perch the height unnerving but unreal