Green lights and arrows
Wondering when to go
Flying away isn’t easy
When there’s so much to know
Having to, like forced intervention
Like weaning a vampire from blood
Sitting paralyzed at this intersection
Wanting all directions to flood
Taking care in the slow, so long dance
The awareness blooms like a bleeding volcano
Never thinking through, just taking a chance
Then trying to stay focused in the tornado
Red signs and narrows
The passage is slow
Feathers touch tease me
When the energies, pause, and, flow

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