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Walk me, feed me!
Bare, starved, stifled
in this temple, I lay
stagnant with abilities
shrouded in vile expectations.
Won’t find rest, in
your resist, to walk me
through a burst into
being, for purpose made
that I fulfil for humankind –
through your mortal self
riddled with doubt, in
spins of fate as on potter’s wheel.
See that you rest not, on
your oars soaked in comfort clay
or I’ll speak more, loudest till
nature hears my grouse, and
raises witnesses of stone, to
alight with sparks of necessity,
this dream laid fallow into reality!
