I crawled up to him on my knees

From outsdie any loop

My life a map of broken boulevards

That didn't connect

Me a map of different people

That didn't connect

I didn't know who I was

Or where I came from

It was as if he could see right through me

And beyond, into the Mists of Widsom, and beyond...

And like a true master of his craft

He wove the threads of my life together

Into a beautifully crafted whole

In the shape of a celtic knot....

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