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romantically inept,
she slept and wept
but then began to write
keen scripts in which
love’s sharp wit spoke
on her behalf — in daylight
her voice projected spells,
unbinding cells of meek
demeanor — astute, her love
grew leaner ’til the Universe
fell smitten, dreaming up for her
a life even she would envy
Sometimes we climb and climb only to continue to feel stuck in orbit around the life we aim to leave.
— Mach 2 > Mach 10 > Mach Soul: You can achieve escape velocity
