Scarab got 3.
1. A shimmering field that reaches far.
Yet it has no tracks,
And is crossed without paths.
2. You tie these things,
Before you go.
And untie them,
After you stop.
3. This engulfing thing,
Is strange indeed,
The greater it grows,
The less you see.
1. A shimmering field that reaches far.
Yet it has no tracks,
And is crossed without paths.
2. You tie these things,
Before you go.
And untie them,
After you stop.
3. This engulfing thing,
Is strange indeed,
The greater it grows,
The less you see.