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may all your words commend themselves for what they might reveal. may you feed your tongue with perpetual thoughts that exist beyond the veil. I insist, my brother, from where I stand; I've yet to wield my own. I resist, my brother, this vile land; this home is not our home. our call is for another day, may your throat know ardent rest. for when time entails your voice to save, may it only know your best. this  isn't a gentlemen's quarrel, this isn't a ponderer's spot; but this stream of reality has lent me so far, so shall I assess all that is taught. lead with your eyes and surely you'll follow, but lead with your ears, see better tomorrow. there is peace within you, even when nothing is still be well, bcb
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Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 11:52 PM UTC
An Emissary’s Gift
may all your words commend themselves for what they might reveal. may you feed your tongue with perpetual thoughts that exist beyond the veil. I insist, my brother, from where I stand; I've yet to wield my own. I resist, my brother, this vile land; this home is not our home. our call is for another day, may your throat know ardent rest. for when time entails your voice to save, may it only know your best. this  isn't a gentlemen's quarrel, this isn't a ponderer's spot; but this stream of reality has lent me so far, so shall I assess all that is taught. lead with your eyes and surely you'll follow, but lead with your ears, see better tomorrow. there is peace within you, even when nothing is still be well, bcb
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Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 11:52 PM UTC
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