The Path of Will Arrow’s tip parting air, committed velocity forsaking origin to pierce, utterly change— even misses leave marks. The Path of Desire Hedge of roses, a maze tempting lost ones to taste thorns, grasping for blooms, missing the open path to satiety’s center. The Path of Longing A vast and winding road beneath starlit expanse upon which empty hands, aching, lift in wonder, and nothing reaches back.
Poem: A God Offers the Choice of Three Paths
