-O’man, an Omen-
I packed my bags
I found what I’m here for.
The sign that said “stay on the path” is painted over.
I took it as an omen so bad
but really it’s the blessing I’m here for.
You don’t seek the skin of the apple when you’ve already reached the core.
Archer’s hands are calloused and tree-like.
They stretch to the limit then produce something fruit-like. They bend to the bend and create something straight;
Expectations are something to be crashed in order to create.