You were moving towards the
Eternal
Even before you moved,
Though I believed the texture
Of my hands
Would save you from arriving,
But in the event I overestimated
The power
Imprinted in them,
And you overshot your destination,
Unaware that the ground had run out,
Or that I had no spare skin to arrange
Your return.
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