distracted, gathering the venom in the air,
dark precipice,
gall, vendetta, icy gloom,
you name it and it sprang
like a doomed flower,
until the day the raindrop fell
fortuitously in the pond.
All that was spinning in the madness of mind
now went through the needle's eye,
transformed into a single thread,
it moved straight
through the emerald gate
in the pond.
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