the heart of infinity

I reach the top,
then and only then, but
to tumble—

proud and aloud,
a sweet voice speaks just
to humble.

fearful of faith,
then, I thought myself
to stumble—;

faithful and feared—
even then—words seem
to jumble.

with hope I hop,
onward honestly, so
to fumble

away false fears
that what I build is
to crumble.

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