Nerves jumble on the tip of a tongue

Sitting on the uneven ground
Looking out the sun blind window
Life exists out there in the trembling blue
Waiting for the reach
The grab

Holding on the hardest part
Pulled or pulling
Hard to find that balance

Building a life when age has allowed us to build These esoteric edifices
Tear it all down?

Or try to find spaces in each other

Life out in the blue
Yearning for the shiver of home

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