I tiptoed my way to the threshold,
hesitated,
recoiled,
lost my balance,
but then,
when the unforgiving second wound down,
I found my footing.
I breathed in the world:
Its fragrances and fumes,
and lit a fire in my lungs.
I’m a titan and an elf,
a man of flesh and bone,
of rippling sinews,
and a counselor to kings.
But I am,
most gracefully and beautifully,
a loving son and brother—
a friend when darkness drops low.
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