In warm and totalising light
You, the Tabula Rasa, may
Hold the world's cage in hand.
You have been marked
In drafting lines
Ready to be cut.
You are malleable; lit by ember
You glow amber, drawn thin:
Forged by broken fists
You won't shatter. No matter
How many hammer blows glance
Now tempered skin:
No longer slate nor stone
You are steel steeled to
Be sold as sword to
Hold the world's cage in hand.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
In warm and totalising light
You, the Tabula Rasa, may
Hold the world's cage in hand.
You have been marked
In drafting lines
Ready to be cut.
You are malleable; lit by ember
You glow amber, drawn thin:
Forged by broken fists
You won't shatter. No matter
How many hammer blows glance
Now tempered skin:
No longer slate nor stone
You are steel steeled to
Be sold as sword to
Hold the world's cage in hand.
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