Will it miss?
The potential?
In the spiral, will
the appeal of the exit
light my way?
Is it your hand i’m seeing,
reaching from the chaos?
How long will I spend looking between
you and the door?
How much longer can you
keep yelling my name?
And finally, what if at the end,
when I reach for you,
through the confusion and debris,
the light of the exit sign
catches your eye too?
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