Still, But Questing

As in here

Waiting for the dust to settle

Doing things with my hands

Making them rough

calluses, half moons of dirt

under the nails

to be gentle and forceful

again

with the tender strength to lead you

Empire built, word by word,

Stone by stone

Speaking weakness

to grow stronger

looking much the same

but underneath, forged

anew, this quest i am upon,

Slaying the dragons of my limits

With the sword of my will

Shield of shining discipline

A king whose crown waits to be

Worn once again.

Send word, as you sleep,

Let my kiss awaken you

Caress the glittering kintsugi on my skin

And breathe me in

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