Minefield

It was never a blast

Expecting the detonation of my truths

Under so many unconscious sweepers

Hoping somehow

Someday

One would refuse to defuse

These perceived tragedies

Become pyrotechnician

With the vision

To turn my world upside-down

To see these bombshells

As distant fireworks

Set off

Above our tango unended

The heart of the dance

The beat of

Their wholly knowable percussion

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