Reaching, groping, grasping

Coming up short once again

It retreats and disappears into the distance

Receding out of view as if it were never there

I fall and collapse into an inchoate puddle of flesh

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Formless, purposeless, worthless

Willing myself out of existence

Eyes squeezed shut, fists clenched, drowning

I sit there for a short eternity

For several long seconds

For a day

And a year

Before picking myself back up

Scooping up my molten heart

Grieving the pieces I can't find again

And facing the sun

One more step

That's all I have to offer