Greed opened my eyes against opportunity. Terms
of travel, now defined by me, leaving few turns to
hap. Surrendering to circumstance bares poisoned rewards,
polluting my account of absolute will. Circumventing chance,
unless directed by honest thirst, awaiting intrinsic
requital, harvested, rather than served on fine
china plates. Such merit, gratifying past first bite,
lingering on the palette, a satisfying taste.
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