The razor eases close through skin and muscle
Scraped along bone to the sounds of screaming
Terrified into waking
Find vivid hallucination mimic in reality
Each step slivers of skin and bone
Peel crimson from feet
This path of broken swords
This remembering of future
Leg swings out,
the flash of possible, the choice,
The cost
Paid in blood and pain
This path, this choice, this future
All prices paid, more than worth it

This is about the sacrifices and missteps of attempting to follow a path glimpsed only through the lens of intuition, to have a prescient moment and use everything that you are to find your way to that vision.
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