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I bristle at the ways I have tangled myself
into trust.

My lip quivers at the truth
pleading to release
all the fear and anger
at what I must see.

There is nothing to figure out
on this path along the waters
where negotiation is lost among the rushes.

Release all that holds me to the thorns
and thistles.  Let me sink into the flowers
and the enchantment of everything
that sets me free.