Day after day the outward man crumbles and breaks down, and the inward man is born and grows in wisdom and knowledge. Thomas Merton
Leaf-bare,
swaying, slave
to the storm, I wait
for the gale
to drive me down,
dismember me
scatter my shattered limbs
across winter's ground,
while deep inside
my cambrian core
life persists!
I'll survive.
Beyond my limit
I will arise!
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