Either you will
go through this door
or you will not go through
If you go through
there is always the risk
of remembering your name
Either I will awake
one day
to see my face and know
thine eyes
Either my fingers will buzz with the electric
Feel of my creations
Either I will behold the planes of my face with
Absolution
Either I will sink into my skin
And finally
Finally
See a true version of what was intended
In grace
In beauty
This I will know
“Gifted, fortunate one”
my name
will know
in truth
what it was meant to be
Or I will die
before I die
And know not what will be
All beauty lost on
Doubt
Fear
And paths uncharted
My luck shriveling up
Counting its dimming stars
And half lived moons
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