something about the bay at night, lights upon the water, dark
a street with small houses
an ocean, strong tides, stealing my vision.

now, a new way of seeing,
a new way of understanding feeling
through admittance of not understanding, feeling.

withstanding time, a testament to misunderstandings
or great understandings
upon which we cannot wring our dirty rags.

or make decision where decision is due,
we can alter our own conception of choice
where choice is due, and make one, but

despite all this, still to decide
is a frightening prose
we might not be willing to speak.

there is so much at stake
or really nothing at all
for the freedom of choice, the freedom of error
is ours,
and thus a great responsibility.



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