gathering thoughts

in the dark morning
sputtering rain

outpacing the heartbeat

waking with a tendril 

afraid to move 
for fear of losing it

what was that phrase?

it had been perfect!

now it was a garbled mess

with opening hands

the tendril
was free to roam

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