A tired man’s dream

Courage without reward, no emerging rainbow sharpens life’s cloud, seeking peace while guts roil in the tempestuous agony of forgotten. Bereft banality of belief or transparency of purpose, the surrounding sin feeds greed’s eager deity by crying out for the impossibility of elusive satiation. The Stoic advances, tramping silently, shielded by veiled surrender, sculpting a vision of anima creo.

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