no right wrong this time
just a long breath in
before launch
there will likely be regrets
shoulda couldas
but no matter
some of us are born to live
without shackles
on our learning
no matter the suffering
we would choose
again
this moment of freedom
to be with the beloved
rain and shine
like everyone i have hesitated
wanting a bigger stockpile
better teeth
but there is a society
to belong to
somewhere
it might be the wwoofers
of the world
digging
it might be the dreamers
shapeshifting
to heal
revolutionary fiddlers
lovers dancing
drunks
better to die broken
on the battlefield
of longing
a shameful beggar
tattered in
disgrace
amidst like-minded
journeyers
in space
having lived truly
at least this
once
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