I've had a thought, the same one for years
That has haunted and bothered me.
I catch glimpses of if at unexpected times.
It may be a painting or
The expression on the face of a man
Or the path a fallen leaf takes to descend.
Whatever it is, I get the sense
That it will save me from myself.
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