How small can you make yourself?
Will the air invade your space
And fill out all that has been lost
Or whittled away
To create the illusion of wholeness
So you can hide from view in plain sight
And pretend
Then squeeze yourself out some more
Before a gentle hand implants itself into yours
Saying;
We are ready to catch you when you fall.
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