Eggshell bubbles drift
Everything may break in bits
But miracles stand
The work is hard won
The work drains body and soul
But the work is good
Time grits its teeth hot
Claims its roots burn with full drought
I have learned it lies
Brim-full cup balanced
Tightrope hopes are hook caught
Skillfully full, free
Hannibal was right
Despite choas' gapped womb
Plan comes together
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