When the wolves return to the room, and ravage and rage once again, swarming and tearing you and themselves apart, seek the calm in the midst of chaos. The brooks and the slow rivers flow from the centre-mind. When the walls begin to crack and collapse once more, entwine with the still beating, still fighting heart. The world continues to whirl round but you must continue reversed; fall away from the ever-descending stair. Hold fast, hold on to strength, even in the savage slaughter of the wolves, and always bite back.
Ex Tempore LXXXIX
M.M. — 11-Oct-2014
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