Connect

Oh and when 
the string is
straightened and the 
dots connected does
one truly understand 
the blind trust
that the journeyman 
placed in destiny 
that he sees
that everything before 
belongs to that
old life and 
like the shedding 
of fur and 
molting of feathers 
and discarding layer 
after layer of 
his previous life 
can he stand 
on strong legs 
and declare with 
full lungs of 
fresh air you 
haven’t won anything 
for I have