What hadj must you endure?
What stone, dress?
What horde of shades needs 2 swarm your fortress at dusk?
What lover’s red garter must you carry, clinched b’tween your teeth?
What lies must rust?
What burden needs 2 be shouldered?
What guilt, relinquished?
What mystery must you seek
And charge, keep?
Woe my soul! What more must this Life do 2 thee?
What marvel must occur?
What catastrophe needs 2 befall?
4 you 2 stir?
4 you 2 break free
Of your walking slumber?
What will it take 4 u 2 smear the grease paint
And realise, at your core, the thing you essentially are?
What spool needs unraveling?
What needle needs 2 be spun
Until you grasp the import of the Work
And why, hastily, it must be done?
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