With edge of blade she sings alephs
To border the worlds she's explored
The worlds she implored just to start
'Till she can understand her part
And the lines on her palms are faded away
With hilt, laid in pearlescent hues
Sixth aspect allowed:
"In symmetry find ye a place between
Form and force, you will dare to speak"
So she levels her blade:
"I was the one with perfect sight
And I've proven to you I was always right
So it's my might-given right to fight and fight
For the level I want to reach
And the things I need to teach
No less than perfection I have in mind
Unto demise I will reprise
And prise, 'till I've built the prize"
In fuller, rivers of crimson occupy her eyes
And rise, and rise, and rise, and rise
And circle the flies above her destiny
In pieces on the bedroom floor
As through inscription fourth highest endows:
"Rise eternal, exploding
Forth through the channels
In inky metaphor to illuminate."
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Being a writer and the arrogance that comes with it!
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