No Other Choice

I found a certain

rhythm within

the changing stories

and happenings —

an aliveness

I was once afraid

to trust —

until there was

no other choice

but to follow

this aliveness,

past the stories —

all the way

to nothing —

to its purest form —

where it was

less empty

than all I had tried

to fill it with.

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