The pull, the push, the inescapable
Flow of float, then sink,
The crash, the hell, the unavoidable
Wellspring of toss, and turn,
And then,
I think,
There's no more rhyme
To reason than if there is
No reason behind the rhyme.
And so, I will,
With one deep breath,
And one last nondenominational,
Faith-filled push,
Let go.
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