The jar casts a shadow, and hell is always around the corner, no matter how bad you are, under the sun, so much has been done, and there’s always someone worse, the ocean depths go so deep, this is not a challenge to dig, but the seed was scattered, and if you somehow found yourself there, if you ever decided to climb, you would understand the scope, and the hierarchy of truths and the heavens, our next project, jar one point two, plucking a flower in the valley, such delicate petals, a white wedding, what was I saying, somewhere you don’t care to look, the daring reached out and bled for what was worth fighting for, when their father asked a question, they dared to look at the moon in the sky and answer, the red hot burning sun, your mother and father watch, and eternities pass, if it didn’t matter, when strings were pulled, why were you dancing, I don’t build roads, and I’m just a side character, each echoing truth, like slashes of a piercing blade, I’m just a poet with a compass, if a question had to be asked, it wouldn’t come from me, no, homie, this is not my jar…

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