the time-ripe ninja
stealth assassin
sent to dispatch
legions of false faces
makes her way
through the metropolis
shrouded in the skin
of the slouched commuter
on the train
cold
to the homeless man
seeking alms in vain
all the while
in stolen moments
scribbling the puzzle pieces
to let loose
the hounds of greatness
they march triumphant
clenched jaws trailing blood
into immortality
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