Saviodsilva


Cory Bailey
Poem

Sense of

I wonder what it is that moves me.
I reach ahead, my arm in darkness,
Not knowing what I will touch.
Not knowing if it will bite or squish in my hand.
But I reach in anyway because I know I should.
I need it, whatever it is.

Don't dive in but don't wait.
Think about its potential.
Use your sense of ?


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