Trials of Self-Doubt

Our hands will reach out for lost moments that we determine with fantastic renderings of fate: glows and gregarious fashions of color; nights of labyrinthine complexity; days threaded through frayed loops of contemplation.

(i do not understand
how everything buried
my tremulous largesse
holds me
anxious here
motives and also

Ask fortune: that it may ignite.
But never mistake the coal
For the hearth.

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