When the seemingly solid path before you begins to crumble

And you find yourself scrambling for a foothold on the smallest clumps and clods of what you once knew

It is time, like the rabbit when she becomes aware she is in the crosshairs of coyotes hungry gaze

to gather your haunches beneath you

and with all the strength and power of your trembling sinews and bones

launch yourself as high and as far as you can

into the beckoning light of the ever mysterious moon.

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