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So good raising me

all bad was beyond

you had no effect

on the young mold


Now I wonder

where the base is

did it exist

or was it sold


the leaking cracks

must be my fault

for not speaking

left alone in the cold


Today this distance

lacks a bridge

no apologies owed

is what I’m told


Nothing new here

I see light

where you see sand

standing with you, I fold


So I take a step

no matter how small

I grow hope in truth

my real base takes hold