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We follow, we follow

Like horses without limits

Constrained by your power.

Dressed in garments,

Yellow to honour

We rest in the firmness

Of your will.


We look, we reach

The mountains of majesty

Challenging your power.

Blinded by the

Greatest brightness

We rest from the firmness

Of your will.


Give birth to

The ending of our cycle

Give birth to

The confines of our growth

Give birth to

The certainty

Of our death.


The sixth of eight poems inspired by the I-Ching.