This was first posted on ~2022.3.16 in a group that no longer exists, based on the first few weeks of my experience in the first Hoon School Live cohort. Reuploaded here for posterity, which means some points are out of date.
Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?
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