Digital drawing · poetry

NsVs rs.9141902.am4

. . .

Here in my hands,

I feel the power.

Not what you think.

Not what you can feel.

Only to what can index and thumbs can mark and make.

This has been here,

Only to be summoned not on whim,

. . . not of incessant prayer.

. . . not of unbelief.

Only when I know I have 

had a chess match with Uriel.

Out of my 10, winning 1.

At least he gave me an understanding

winning isn’t.

Only to lose to my ego,

is the best way

Of the path,

not in shame.

Lies in every success is the life and made in only,

the love of failure.



®Artsydhude 97-19


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