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The Breath Of Chance

“I hear drums of war: Drums, they strike, “Tum!” Thundering, Daring my withins to stand The trembles, Trembles, before, I could not bear; Why would I dare now? Stand? On what ground? That yet Trembles with the nearing…”


“The wind was ever gentle on the skin. It was ever something to love; it was ever So mighty—how wondrous, were the bows Of the reeds, and the hisses of the trees…”

Let It Be

“I fought so hard to live. It was a fight to the death— Every step forth burned My soles, my bones, my core; Every step tore me apart, And rebound me so that I Could feed my beasts of doom…”


“Losses on losses, like showers of life—cold showers, Whipping against the flesh, washing comfort off, Washing me off, slow, yet in actuality, teaching the mind Growth—how subtle are the effects of good chilled…”