And if your road never
Follows its nose then the
End of your line will be
Further than mine, you’ll see.
And when you meet me there
I will be free of care
For I will have held fast
Against your skill, at last.
In the time between
The finding and the losing,
There must be some choosing,
Or the point will bruise you.
Incomplete without the
Interest slowly waning,
There must be some training,
Or the game will cost you.
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