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Fingertips etched and wrapped, white knuckled, yet steadfast - the journey never finished because ...there is no destination except the next brick or perhaps EGO? What then, when there are no more "electives"? "Alexander wept, because there were no more worlds to conquer". So thus, the tendrils, naked and burdened, circle back, their vines and blossoms celebrated, while the sacrificed - those who cling and die go unnoticed...

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Date: 2/10/2025 3:43:00 PM
Wow that last verse was such an amazing ending.
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Date: 2/7/2025 10:28:00 AM
Very true Craig! well done! jimbo
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