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  • In a dark long tunnel, two holes of light,
    far away & far away.
    Toward unsure, or the other, unbelieving
    one advances.
    Today is all we’ll ever have, no matter what gets said.

    Half-way along is the worst kind of dim:
    as far to return as to go on ahead.
    Two tiny lights at either end,
    only one contains what you don’t know yet,
    the other is cobweb filigree, memory of life spun in time.

    Repent! Toward the uncertainty turn.
    It shines with promises too big to be held with the heart.
    It shatters them to splinters, in a sneeze of broken hope.
    That is what darkness will do to one, halfway down the line.

    So back is not an option. Forward is all there is.
    The puny light gets larger, further down the line.
    Relief bursts bright, stepping free from the tunnel
    where back was never an option, never will be, never is.
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