Contributor: Uralave Minsraim

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Antlers and windmills
hit one
while rushing at the other
discover
the giants of lore
were nothing more than shadows
hungry meats
thirsty rivers
the weight of it holds you back
but still you run
run
as if against a wind
as if against a mighty wind
the wind of mighty arms
with a wall of stone
just behind


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I go from one meeting to another in an endless chain of absolute importance.