Amor fati means love of the curse.
Look, by thirst of the desert,
you hunger for worse.
What will occur:
mirage, disease,
and a sight obscured
by way of the trees.
But to have no way back
and nobody to spurn
is to kiss the round track
and hug every turn.
No roots to pull
to turn back the season,
the sun must be full
if night evades reason.
Wage war on the…
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