resumption
and had to say
until the world was gone
and I was nothing but my husk
carried by the wind
over the cliff
almost
until I made the world
my own
I am that I am
iridescence
go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining guidance into the unknown on the day that I die
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