Intent
And so, thus lies intent ...
Gatekeeper of innumerable dreams,
And the sour fruit of all left unrealized.
Oh grand, the castles constructed in its name -
Forlorn and fallow, the kingdoms it has forsaken.
Madness and misery creep its shadows ...
All wonder and wisdom dance in its wake,
Yet, it is an apparition that waits, alone
An angel of breath and dynamism ...
Or a demon ... of latency.
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