Asking for a Sign

Refuge does not imply running into dark tunnels

Swimming in knotted ropes, I can’t go back

To sun sets that fall below horizons’ sharpened edge

Just arm’s length away, I stretch

A touch, drops fall from fingertips, creating shallow frantic puddles

I float, waiting for a sign, hoping someone will hear

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