sounds like acceptance.
I find scaffolds and pillars crumbling into haphazard walls. I find the elements of myself separated by desire, forming moats around who I am and am not – the hammer and anvil where the blade of confusion is beaten out straight. With age metal hardens or softens according to the skill of the smith. With age I will expand or contract according to the desire I forge with who I am and am not – where the blade of confusion is beaten out straight.