Musical story, not for the faint of heart.

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Started wild, went wilder.  Even if in shackles, with absolute guidance, that was just until I was released to do what it is I do.  And I did what I did with abandon.  Then... some things happened.  Things changed.  Voices in the dark, light somewhere off in the distance, a change of life.  Chaos still ruled, but the hold was weakening.


Order was eventually found.  In finding order, order found me.  A merging and change.  A time, again, to stop and reconsider.  The way forward as things are was again blocked, so another way had to be considered, and found.

Now, again, a new day has dawned.  A merge of old and new ways, but maintaining a right path.  Strength, skill, will, and way, but without chaos being the way.  Lawful disorder, chaotic rightness, a bit of each as is necessary.

That is the way it must go.  And so it is.  One step, then another.  One project and then the next.  Faster, faster, and faster still.  Balancing strength with design against dexterity while pushing stamina, intelligence, will.  Keeping on the path of light, but knowing darkness is where I will be going.  Only a sliver of light, one I must maintain or lose everything.  Though knowing that doing nothing would be worse.  Delicious.  Yeah, I'm digging it.

It's good to be alive again.  But there is a price, a blood price, and I am paying it.  Keeping wisdom while paring the soft, a trick.  One all know to some degree, and either bear against or fail.  As spoken by one of my beautiful blues, fitting for a reading by a man who was born and raised among them.  If with an English accent, to complete that minor circle.  It'll do.