A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Ideation
I am the feather on the tail of the arrow
Helping it find its way home
In the blocked up entryway to your vein
Son of earth
Daughter of sky
The moment of contact is everything
And you pray that no one will be there watching when you finally open up
But my eagle eye trusts none
String, shaft, tip
And finally, ideation


The act of becoming is arduous.
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