Success 102(Poem)
Poem

The paths present
themselves
not to the couch coy
but to the boy
who wishes to deploy
and alloy
of joy and
the light
one cannot destroy —
— Drunken Monk.
The paths present
themselves
not to the couch coy
but to the boy
who wishes to deploy
and alloy
of joy and
the light
one cannot destroy —
— Drunken Monk.
Poet(https://thyvox.blog/)
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