I Won't Be Lead There

goodness is
perceptable.
the flick is
never
shown in its entirity.
Decide with the information
you're given.
(I avoid the abyss.)
Consistently pausing
with anxiety, tremors, perspiration, as the
black and white borders
become muted with grays.
My footprints -
I left them behind
morphed from a light step;
a dance,
no longer an eight-and-half,
these prints
but a ten, eleven maybe.
Dragged. Kicking? Screaming?
Light another one.
Sweet exhale. My favorite part.