You're a bow, and arrow, apart
A fragile art instrument
You're the first line of a song in writing for a decade
The spell on a gourd to trap God's power
A shackle forged by mortals for the omnipotent
A lost piece of colour in a sepia-tone puzzle,
You're the inviting summit of an active volcano
A gnarly climb to a serene fortress
A David challenging Goliath while Deus mends his broken machina
You're the missed meet-cute of an epic romance
Everything that could be
A longing that hollows the innards
Too early, missed the right time,
Too strong, broke your leverage
Too much, never enough,
never were
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