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Inversion ( Read more... )

I am a grain of sand
clinging to my master's
backside after he has
waded in the ocean.

Something tells me,
if there is wisdom in
reconnaissance only,
this is finality,

This is a path
I have not yet taken,
and that is in itself
and therefore whole.