Peace, break thee off.

The branch of your story, growing like a limb,
Arrest it.
Snap the wood;
Cut off the sap flowing to the ends of it
Pushing out leaves.
This thing developing must break
In the face of what is about to happen.
Close the gateway of air and swallow that next thought
You will need every bit of yourself for what is to come.

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