Between

There are these moments where

It feels as though breath is caught,

Like the road runner’s old adversary,

You’ve found the nothing beneath your heels,

And you wonder if you ran too far,

Beyond lore’s solid bluff,

To tread in angels’ steps

Until you reach home.

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