Inspired by View from Vincent's Room - Van Gogh
there's a distance I cannot escape
lines are drawn
maps know where they crease
exuberance adds flourish to the page
it leaves by my hand
and I let it go
in its place are hooks to the ground
no matter the sky's expanse
I'm too timid to do more than see
the risk of the revelation -
to be peripheral
just a vantage point
instead of someone who matters
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