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Gradation
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2022-05-24
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***
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I kept my promise to you, Jett.
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I toed the path until the end.
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Pushed aside the branches that fell
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on the cracking path
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and found detours around those whose bark
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I could not form a painless grasp.
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Through the flood zones I trode
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in puddles and in gasping leaps
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and for those to traverse too deep
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found a different way home.
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The path is bordered now with dandelions
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and violet slips I cannot name.
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So many friends have come and gone,
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but here you and I remain.
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I'm waiting here, Jett. Just like I
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was a year ago, holding my hands high
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and with sore throat pleading to the sky:
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"Here I am! Here my vessel resides!
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Take me home. I've fought the fight."
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I've fought the fight. I've won the war.
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And, Jett, I want to fight no more.
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I see no point to compete
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with those who I'd rather broker peace,
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rather never see ever again,
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rather watch disappear
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on the wind.
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I'll wait here. And I'll wait here
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until you're ready, until of
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this departure you have no more fear,
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until I hear you singing my name like a hymn.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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