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they don’t tell you
the circle of mushrooms may as well
be inevitable
seasons will choke,
leaving husks dense
with regret
they don’t tell you
to save yourself: you must be willing
to succumb to the pull
drowning is not so easy
as gulping water
or falling
listen
it does not matter where you step:
outcomes are different
than conclusions
your surrender:
affirmation
recourse
and perhaps when your lungs flood
with regret
and the surge of air wrests away
your pauses
you will be redeemed:
infinite circles
never unravel