it is expectation
that stabilizes
mess
it is that which
is predictable
that eases anxieties
you move that way
and follow the
directions
a lighted pole
a far house on top of
a hill
with a torch on its
wall
there was an instance
we recall
when it was dark
and so silent
we keep on moving
walking on the paths
not knowing where's
next
something happened
and we do not want to
talk about it....
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