A sky darkened by arrows, the judgment for my deeds, Every sin of mine. My own arrows, Missing the mark they now fall back down upon my soul. No escape, My hands clutch the earth, Inevitability. My de
Slowness. Movements meticulously mapped, A grandiose plan. Do not despise foundations. Modest, yet necessary preprations. I trust the Blueprint. The hands of my Potter. Though low and slow. I am in Yo
Famine while full, Hungry while satiated, Addicted to life, The well which never runs dry. Restless for more while satisfied with less. Bushes which burn but are never consumed. Climbing downward to r
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