Ill omens for all paths
My people will struggle forward
Their trust dependent on my confidence.
It's easy to hold the outcome in my heart
With shining eyes
When my people bear the greater burden.
My intention is for them to have the greater reward
But these details don't matter.
The outcome is my will is certain.
I keep my love quiet
I bury it under layers of vision and forbearance
But it will always respond to your raw
True-heartedness
I breathe in your freshness
That insufflation fills my shoulders and head with lightness
A dizzying euphoria
A revitalization of my power.
My fingers fan out
And what I imagine becomes real.
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