Rhombus Rhandom

The arrow accurate

Shifts its seat

And alters my direction



The arrow delicate

Bends its hinge

And works around the obstacle

The arrow elaborate

Can’t decide

A final destination

Cannot synchronize the random

For a rhombus of the faintest wound

Shall never heal

While unnoticed



The arrow accurate

Shifts its seat

And alters my direction

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