Filled

At the end
When we are clear
Will fear guide
our minds or
victory?

Given up
the price of things
unfolding clues to
grand mystery

Crystal tears
upon my beard
mistakenly
not misery's
cry

Lived and loved
the joyous pain
immortally
hand-crafted to
die

Hands held
at gavel's fall
reveal all
secrets
of being

Roads walked
and loving smiles
all that's truly
ever worth
seeing


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