We’re statues against the wall, hands poised at the waist, gently braced against the chaos of our impending fall.
Tell me, what awaits us here,
In the multi-colored sphere of circles unknown to the naked eye?
Can I trust you dear?
When they push us one by one, blind folded and blind sided, off the lisp of reality into the slowly undulating waters of our fears …
Will you be there?
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