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Stuck between ,
the push and pull,

of improvement
and acceptance.

Creation happens silently,
suspended in the nexus.

Between this path,
and another,

crossed with,
what is right,
and what may falter,

in the swaying of our shared apprehension,
lay the beat,
lay the focus,
lay the tempo of the tension.

Do not fear the nexus,
while it shifts and shimmers all around.

While it shakes and trembles
Your ground and temples,

Though you think it all will end,
this is how it has always been.

This is how progress is made,
how dreams are born,
how a man,
becomes something more.