∴ mountains bow, beasties roam
hopes held in trebly crackles
sharing breakfast with wyrms, we
made from music-tangles
star-dust
and mud between toes
chase labyrinth-ways but never lost
sherpa-ed risks upon our backs
no place for battle-bright that divides
only the beauty
of emptying our cups
in this shared fragile gap
(end) ∴
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