Stay Steel

What sorrow
Call me tomorrow
When I can reclaim my head,
What sorrow
Can aim at me,
Turn me from righteousness
From light and land
From haze and strife
Turn me around
Till ten paces,
Till We draw guns,
We dance to the celebration
Where one of us will paint the other
A still face,
I lead your temple
Through mud,
The philosophy is endless
And the meandering
Doubly so

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there are so many depths of

there are so many depths of understanding here for me. I am soaked in your confusion and clarity. another excellent write!


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