Once more tumbled out into the dark skin of Night.
I float free, dare not speak my terror,
I turn to this poem to save me from error.
The light enclosed by the body, it rests in delight
And I too must dance with it, joyous as the endless Night.
And so I will.
Step out onto that striped tiger waiting giantly there for me.
Let it go my little Me,
Her fears and petty plight
I will step out into the light
Living as though...
I Might Be love
I Might Believe,
My every thought has the power
to create...
SUBSTANCE.
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