Have an element an avalanche of danger
so no one takes advantage, sees you weaker.
Have hollowed-out eyes at times don't apologise.
And don't talk so much you anthologise.
Or the apex of your foundations shall not rise.
Learn to live—love and others don't penalise.
Be-at-times a lamb, a shepherd or a lion,
but keep a sting in your tail like a black scorpion.
Have a crazy side fictional as the cracks in hell
but be intensely religious, fervent as Cromwell.
It's where your image falters you'll find a thread-
that tapestry of your own, uncoiling web.
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