mid-point. the precipice. beginning.
uncertainty is being washed away
no space remains for habits - foul!
rogue waves - attack!
attack the edifice of old!
and pave anew brave's yet to be discovered way
I'm information starved,
intelligence-depleted
seeking enlightenment in all and all
perhaps my might is meant
for something prized above gold's goals
received are signs divinely sent
sharp lookout and minutia's scent
will be of use once more, skills honed
no weariness yet in my bones
dream state retreats...
this time there is no mercy, reprieve
or weaknesses of final second chance
pain for the careless, challenges - immense!
sky is but a lower limit for our souls
as if by fire-cleansed
I stand. from equanimity - let new day grow
scales
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