Gathering at breakneck speeds never stopping to consider the breaking lines I cross.
Never shall I be the candle dimly flailing. I will burn the brightest and drip the flames of the bold.
Only when I have raised my hand to the sun and enclosed its light within my fist will I stop and be satisfied.
Rare and unbridled I will fly. With not a care or heavy thought to consequence.
And if I fall, I will be an unburdened comet in the throes of arrogance and futility.
Never to see. Never to hear. Never to breathe the air of justice.
Caress me so that I may not fail so completely without conscience. With my eyes closed I did not notice abundance and now in despair I finally see.
Endings. These are the things I have caused.
– Cautionary Rabbit
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