Crossroads
She grasped the dinosaur thoughts,
holding on like a junkyard dog,
til the light came,
in a pre dawn dream,
through an archangel,
who walked up the rigorous and sparsely landscaped path
at a crossroads,
where the churning and ancient mental acrobats could not climb,
so she followed.
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