hesitation and fear
	 
    
    
     
    
    
      words that emerge 
here 
within 
from every place
I've ever been 
are counted now
once
and yet remain 
unaccountable 
to logic
and the smell 
of logic
and the smell 
of love
that renders me
here
within
toward a future
once
perceived as certain
once 
received and
once 
believed
    
     
    
    
  
   
  
  
  
   
 
  
  
  
  
 
 
 
  
 
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