I have utterly surrendered. As mounds of earth grow like provoked giants, as they roughen in texture, jagged edges rising along the sides of crumbling walls. As mountains form, I surrender. Willingly emersing myself in the trembling earth, boulders crash but never hit. Serene, I surrender. My path is clear. Traversing stark barriers is my future, but not my deciding fate. Like crumbling rock, I will surface, from earth to sky.
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