Walk. walk calmly...
through narrow passages
of mind, of heart, of body.
How far would you run?
Conquering is just a season
that fades soon, comes soon.
How rusted is the sky above!
Quiet in its place, it corrodes
into an incessant decease.
Be my ground, mightiest.
as I take a funeral walk
to the ends of time.
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