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Let the emptiness be your guide,

The light does not forsake you.

Grow your wings and rise,

Rise above the clouds of darkness.

thepleasantsimpleguy

Monologue

“For I have seen,
The ruins of a grand temple,
hidden now amongst groping vines;
Under a canopy thick with green.

“Further North, a basin rests,
With a beast at its heart.
Through the mist, I caught its scream,
As its three spider limbs scrabble in the dark.

“If only I was done, for Mt. Bonochi tires,
Facing an army of clouds, and relentless rain…”
And the story went on; but little did the listeners know,
The temple remained unseen, and the beast in the mist unslain.

Telling the story

Closing this book before it begins would be a tragedy, so we keep re- reading
our lines, repeating what we know is right.
When I’ve fallen close to the ground you keep me floating. How long ‘til you
give in? My heart can’t emerge from below
the ground if you don’t fight for new soil.
Mud dries, pages loosen.
This story starts with you and me.