dust settles on a sign
that groans and whispers:
" non omnis
moriar "
- Not all of me
shall die. -
sand dances on chalk stones
while a weathering step sounds:
" crede quod habes,
et habes "
- Believe that you have it,
and you do. -
mold on a deathly dry toad
cracks and grumbles a thick prose:
" aut viam inveniam
aut faciam "
- I will either find a way
or make one. -
song sparrows, muses of the desert wash, cry out, " Quid, quid faciam? "
- What, what shall I do? -
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