the string of fate pulls you forward forward
forward to the next song forward to the skill tree, branches
torn off like arms
lie at your feet
and the air is blue tinted, cool and smells of steel.
A student who knows all the rules
and pivots.
There will be a ceremony in the woods
there will be a test later
there will be a smarter person
somebody else, their turn for it
there’s a lot more than one place you can go
and you pivot.
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