the Artist stands
with open hands
on the precipice
of a new beginning:
the start of an And
not an Or or a But
or a Because...or a Tear
...or a Fear.
She sees her And
as a way to stand
on the solid air
that waits for her there
one
step
past
hopes and dreams seen
to hopes and dreams believed.
Alone.
Perhaps that's fair.
And rare.
To be happy together and apart.
This Artist
is getting
Somewhere.
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