your clothes begin to billow around you,
and furrows make their way through your hair,
making you well aware that
you will soon be at its mercy -
adrift.
no matter how much you insist
that you've had more than your fill of liminality,
it gives you another hearty helping.
"eat up."
this oncoming gust is not your first.
you've experienced this many, many times,
and have learned a thing or two along the way.
you know this is not all in vain. there is purpose.
you know that, thanks to grace, it'll be okay.
but, that air charging past your skin
feels oh so chilly in the meantime.
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