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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