What do you do
When the blood has started to seep into the wounds,
burning with a stinging passion.
Or when the world your footsteps once graced
slips away in a panic quake,
destroying everything in its path.
Like a tsunami, wiping away the past, present and future,
mountains of water crashing over paper houses.
Morphing sunlight into the deepest shade of moonlight.
Like a little blond haired child,
tossing a rainbow beach ball into the breeze
but never seeing it return with the pressure of gravity?
What do you do...
when it comes down to that one question
of the magnificent judgment?
Where will you go...
up like a kite surfing in the wind
or down like the drill pounding into soil?
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