Over Earthen Spine

I am perfectly Dumb Enough,

To reach for things I want enough,

I would swim an Ocean for the Chance,

To taste a splinter of Her Dance.

I saw a thing and far I reached,

Never fearful of yawning breach.

Our hands touched, over Earthen Spine,

Flickering glimpse, a thing Divine.

Never again, my words unspoken,

I refuse The Wail, crushed or broken.

While Our Future remains unclear,

Her Dance burned through Old Fear,

I have My answer, but what is Yours?

Are you Smart Enough to suffer more?

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