A quest for the gold of time
laying beneath the meekness
of the mother Earth
that magnified my perimeter in beauty and admiration o' er her flaws, yet flawless in so many eyes of her excited visitors, that could only be told by her well-versed curator,
for that quest, I was like the hungry,
blade of an Odin's cause,
Dreams of a hero, from the nascent of a conviction that lays beyond my guts; birthing an untold restiveness that unfolds
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