Grooves
There are many in the sky
possibilities among the possible..
Who will dare to take a step
outside my prison of comfort
my groove my very own..
A sky of freedom beacons
a most fearful welcoming sky
in which all grooves live and die..
Still the sky awaits and sends
patient messages of discomfort
until a moment of surprise:
I find my groove
made only of the sky...
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