The Cut

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

Abrupt

It severs

Indecision

Forever hated

And yet it

Pulls and calls

Those who conceive

What it is to do

What is hard and the end

Made by decision

Creation and destruction

Reason and action

To split what is

From what could be

Release a creation

End a misfortune

Affect a reputation

Survive an invasion

Defend, protect, cultivate

Carve, conquer, control

In the world of warriors and tongues

The one who can cut

And carve at all

Can move to their own ends

Whatever they may be

Under the vines and seas of this world.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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