Freedom of Dust

High-heralded change – hunting ground of shift-weavers.
The future-devourer wanders. Beware – of the warnings.
Anxiously gripping the end – the anchorers watch
As their rags unravel – ribbons in the dust.
Beware of their warnings – for why? Who gains?
Let the loom-torcher stroll – and lift the fate-burden.
Concede the ground gladly – while the dust gathers.

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