More Haiku As Story

22
Speak of the image
That you long for, show me what
Still eludes your grasp

23
Life is chaos by
Nature, but in the end all
Must turn to stillness

24
Some might say you seek
The last kiss but I think not
You want the next step

25
I am not without
Power, but for all that
I cannot break through

26
Shaking her head, she
Laughs. Be not a conqueror
But a supplicant

27
I would gladly bow
Please show me the altar where
Petition is heard

28
The hour is now
And the temple it beckons
Where it always was

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