to the sun

to pull the pieces together
to fill all the holes
to mend the fabric
to tune the controls

stop whirring and gnashing
and flying about
to settle in deeply
chart a clear route

no need for perfect
that is but a dream
just build a direction
start picking up steam

the planning is over
this trip has begun
a wisdom-filled compass
points to the sun

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