Secrets;
stories wrapped in whispered cloth,
baptized in lakes of mystery;
yet Achilles always leaves a spot—
that magical tendon—
a loosely sewn seam where the arrow can pierce,
unravel, reveal,
open the curtains to the angel within
and release the beauty hidden;
but first cut through gnarled bark and ancient sap,
must catch in old lies and dead-ending branches.
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