A Tool For Every Duel
caught looking for corners
in a circular room
splitting atoms with a razorblade
if only the shaking would stop
days saturated with impossibilities
witness an unveiling of spirit
the key to picking a lock
patience and a sledgehammer
a constant duel with entropy
ride on a butterfly's wings
to tumble a mountain of doubt
everything is anything is nothing is something
and so am I
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