A Poem of the Derived Demand

From the highest floor of the highest tower, absolutely untouchable and pure and young and beautiful, she looks out to the horizon. Silent and nostalgic; in sorrow: a shadow of herself. She prays in secret for a brave warrior, a noble wise man, or an astute adventurer to find her and unveil her beauty and truth to the world.

Patiently and gracefully she awaits to be rescued from her anonymity by the one who truly cares and arduously and tirelessly looks for her in the unforgiving wilderness of space and forms and shadows.

She will remain hidden until fate unites her with her savior; her master and devotee: her true love. Until then, her existence shall be latent: an illusion, an idea.

Silent and humbled, she dreams of freedom. The derived demand.

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