The path connects to other paths,
Open them as I speak with you and
Whisper with the cats and dogs.
The straight answers require experts,
Feeding a mighty warrior with fervour,
Fencing with those in anger.
I see intelligence in his gaze once you see
His speck, the smooth stomach I possess
Is not any longer so fat with a heart of gluttony.
The real demons of our tirades are unequal
In their appetites, the reality has won
Over our hearts as they bleed into the very being.
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