"Hope"
Crawls along the ground,
apart from the sky.
It does not plunge forth from a perch in a tree
or emerge from a shadow-grown dwelling
to meet the unprepared.
Whispers beneath the storm,
different than the sun.
It does not blaze as fire looking through a glass,
or growl from the great belly of the unkown
to sway the fearful.
Peers behind the mirror,
seperate from the stars.
It does not gather with similar bright things,
or wait for the other light to fade away
to confuse the traveler.
Glides between the raindrips,
faster than the clouds.
It does not flee from the angry flood to live,
or cower under weighty fists that fall,
to escape the evil.
Climbs t
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