my shell peels away like molasses, lightening the echo of a golden day that eternal stands athwart all fates tempts to change what it always was the form of something great in its own beginnings.
the dust of the dust not wanting for the breath. as fearless courage always could always has. always will.
unshaken, the foundation of mythmaking. What becomes of a man?
my shell peels away
like molasses, lightening
the echo of a golden day
that eternal stands athwart
all fates tempts to change
what it always was
the form of something great
in its own beginnings.
the dust of the dust
not wanting for the breath.
as fearless courage always could
always has.
always will.
unshaken, the foundation
of mythmaking.
What becomes of a man?
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