Hand on Destiny | Fabrice Poussin

Chest of treasures under the tall forest
he listens to the murmur of the flood
his hand comforting the ancient wound.

Lost in this quest for a kingdom
he remains entranced by the sounds
of a single life beneath the dense foliage. 

Longing for a knowledge revealed
he is still for fear of causing a tremor
in the hidden world below.

His warm palm upon the secretive hearth 
they share a private moment in the fire
as the torrent continues to nurture a life.

Lame warrior disarmed of his singular steel
he may soon perish for lack of other nectar
his ear poised to the sound of his desire.  

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