"Our destination is fixed on the perpetual motion of search." --Theresa Hak Kyung Cha
"Riddle 5
I’m on my own iron-wounded,
barb- and bladescarred, battle-action-cloyed,
wearied by weapons; to war no stranger,
fighting foemen; fool’s overweening
to hope I’ll be helped in the hurlyburly
ere I’m doomed and done for amid duelling champions,
hacked to pieces by hammers’-leavings:
hardedged, honesharp handwork of smiths
bites me in boroughs and I must abide until
a loathlier meeting. Never leechcrafty
friend to physic me can I find in townships
to heal my hurts with herbal simples,
but my wounds widen from wicked edges’
deadly onslaughts by day and night."
--Rahul Gupta from the Exeter Book
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