It’s a shift.
I know without a doubt. This corridor is narrow. It’s unmistakable.
There's no argue, no negotiate. You don't work it out with what is.
After a time, a minute, maybe an hour, there's a small bit of wiggle room.
I realize I know what. What is what I've been talking about.
What I don't know is where and most importantly when.
Knowing what I don't know makes it sort of okay.
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