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He stood back and watched. He watched his answers unfolding.
Floating high, despite the weight they're holding.
The eyes will feast. The tongue will tell. The hands will build.
Each and every choice. They stand like mountains, before him.
They are the dread that shadows every morning.
Behind your present state of mind, there is a search, a drive, momentum.
The eyes will feast. The tongue will tell. The hands will build.
Feast. Tell. Build.
And the heart will fill. Despite that constant, chasing, final breath.