Steered from within, I move. Apparent will.
I finish the task, perfect. Your will.
Dirt bore the diamond. You took it.
This donkey has had its day. Fresh etch.
Plant a tree, I beg. Throw a seed.
You prefer to weed. I know.
Be the pond, I pray. Stay here.
You bring up the fragrance. Catalyst drizzle.
Walking on butter, I slide. Upwind scream.
I see the other side. Pinnacle Maya.
Shower of arrows, I see. Eyes close.
I stay still, for now. Puffed smoke.
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