You never really know
when it will come
rising, laying foot into the same imprint
you’ve made yesterday and the day before
and yes, eternally before.
But some time that superbly hairline crack
in your well preserved casing
will suffer…a grace.
You can call it a crisis, or crumble
or you can see it as
the first time truth has succeeded
in escaping,
like the soft and persistent
pressing of a chick ready to leave the egg; ready to know Life
for the first time.
- Em Clair
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