Blurry. Clarity.

Behind us. Around us. Outside. Within.

The tale, the tiger’s yet one of sin.

To touch it, dizzy. Scared, we run.

Doctor’s order.

Father. Son.

Begun. Beginning. Ending now.

We tell ourselves we don’t know how.

Confused yet sure. Coyotes dance.

Angels whisper, Here’s your chance.

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