I ebb and flow a creature born of circumstance I apply strictly crooked reasoning to this strictly crooked world I chart the geometry of being deploying instruments of my own design it's an esoteric task but mine is a ministry a ministry of one I'd love to touch the sun with my banner fully unfurled but for the moment I'm consigned to ebb and flow on the gently turning tide
I ebb and flow a captive of coincidence I speak when I'm spoken to this is no time for clever rhetoric they can lock you up for speaking too loud so I mind my own business and mark my own time worldly concerns are best left for those who will carve a new paradigm from the flotsam of the old but in the meantime I simply ebb and flow while the tide gently turns
hear my voice: 'DAGGER'
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