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And if you went there, where would you go?
What other intersection, longitude-latitude,
Would hold the promise that draws you thither?
For all is lost once one has gained it,
And purpose drains away once one has claimed it;
The end of seeking is illusion,
A mask we plaster on vague discomforts,
Denying everything but this one Truth:
Desire always wishes us elsewhere.

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[duff]

Desire. A tricky one where it can get the best of us or lead us to better places. A driving intensity that we believe shall deliver what we have worked so hard for. I really enjoy the freedom and exploration of this piece. Nice work.