spilling dust

DEIMOS

ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood

Given everything he’d heard and experienced with Darkeye, he knew the man was willing to try. He had determination in spades. But the cleric also held the lack of impulse control, forethought, and ability to listen in the moment – a dangerous and potentially lethal combination when working in a group. It wouldn’t be the man’s age inveigling any trials or tribulations, but rather, the urgency of action, whether well-conceived or not. “Your willingness is not the issue,” and he allowed a slight smile, because Deimos spoke plainly, and it was only to benefit the blacksmith. “I worry about you not listening to others, especially in the middle of a hunt.” Or chaos, in devastation, in ways that the Sword could only strive to protect the masses when they worked together as a unit.

watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same