Yes is hard to hear.
It's simpler to rest in the undemanding solitude of no than to accept another's yes.
No is quiet, empty, dark. No fuel filling, no attendant needing.
Yes is hard to hear. Yes is harder to say.
Yes is sacrifice and stumbling. Yes is work of constant mending. Yes is wick's body spending.
Yes is a shockwave, torn soft cobwebs atumble, stiff limbs bending.
Do I dare tap this heavy bell again, awaking it for another day's answer?
Yes, please.
Yes, yes, yes.
It's simpler to rest in the undemanding solitude of no than to accept another's yes.
No is quiet, empty, dark. No fuel filling, no attendant needing.
Yes is hard to hear. Yes is harder to say.
Yes is sacrifice and stumbling. Yes is work of constant mending. Yes is wick's body spending.
Yes is a shockwave, torn soft cobwebs atumble, stiff limbs bending.
Do I dare tap this heavy bell again, awaking it for another day's answer?
Yes, please.
Yes, yes, yes.
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