Keep turning right, and let your fingers scrape
Along the stone. Move swiftly through the dark.
Carry no torch – the monstrous granite shape
Of fate lies best unseeing. Strike no spark.

Hold fast the thread, and let no ripping shard
Part silk and faith, and make your oaths to fray
Where better heroes held their hopes too hard–
And where the tree-roots trip you, turn away.

Heed, quiet soul, in sunlight and in mirth;
Guard well your steps, though free airs ply your skin–
The deeper caverns turning through the earth
Have laid no markers where their paths begin.

(Oh help me keep the right, the straight, the true;
You never said I walked a maze in you.)


#poetry #that one post with the thing #101 Uses for Infrastructureless Computers

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