life without deception
is only traveled for a second
yet forever harbored in sunny days
the hair which blows in my face
and the countless remarkable ways
which cut me loose from the noose --
be it the arrow turned to blue --
flung forward, never late and always true
or the sword wielded under cloak and hood
ten men fell in circles where you stood,
perhaps they knew not we were blood?
one could travel for enternity and fail to calculate strength
reproduction is impossible and as articulate as the falling leaf
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