Whether winding up
or wrapping up
It's beyond me, this small hour
What I'll lay down to
now I'll rise
dream the plain
the gap
the tower
empty spaces are
the vessels of use
maybe I'm afraid
of what I might turn loose
and yet and still
I see the crisis peak
in the empty pause
before I dare to speak
Something wrapping up
something winding down
and still unsure
Whether to play prince or clown
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