On lonely roads
consigned choices
memorised misdemeanours
crimes uncounted
routed by chance
to yonder junction
belaboured truths
senses impotent
there she stands
waiting waking wobbling
image apparition
solid stanchions
laddered rungs
salvage salvation
hands out-held
exquisite perfection
will I dare
will she consent
hardened hearts
painful portends
should I attest
breaking silence
into her eyes
beg my passion
or slink away
into distance
steadfast stalwart
resigned to reason.
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