It's apparently transparent,
the votive motive,
balancing between
unheard and unseen,
keener eyesights than mine
have seen
far brighter lights,
brighter minds than mine
have feared
far greater heights,
so,
comparisons between greater
and smaller,
don't result
in one better than the other,
brother.
Smothering small cries of delight,
plights unheeded
I'm wheedling,
peddling feelings,
balancing on a razor wire,
free wheeling.
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