"if you dare to leap/ you dare to wake from beneath, the pushing of rope vines through iron grate
if you care to create/ you care to mend yourself and your paper torn state
if you hold it in your hands/ you have it in you to bring it to an end
if you jump up to look over the wall/ your trying too hard and might never spin into land
a grain of truth in every paw/ a look returned, another shivering walk, silver and raw
a finger grasped and turned back to shore/ a poet in a little boat/ looked over the crests more fearful than before
if you dare to leap/ you keep your breath from those who grasp and do not sleep
if you look back to land/ a single light from here will keep you on course, a firm hand, a warm memory to keep.
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