The Gift of Disequalibrium

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the nectar of fear

as balance re-calibrates~

surfing the big waves.

uncertainty animates

as I let the stasis go

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My Father Was Not the Good Atticus Finch

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I knew the dark and the light

and the dark clouded my vision.

fictional images of comfort

provided a beacon through the clouds.

but as my childlike images crumble

I sense the confusion clearing~

I see the array of complex tones in those clouds.