governs the landscape as cool fires burn his past and blacken out his future
his vision is dim and ghosted
as a gambler chances destruction or bounty in his path are equals in fate
he strays across nights full as the stars are stepping stones and a sculpted moon reflects the light of some moral God
he holds his conscience immaculate
he judges no man
such a man progresses across the world like a pilgrim
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