Away or, interred, the bellow of youth So ready to spit fire into the night All thunder and purpose and reckless momentum Took flight? Now, longer in tooth I feel shorter of sight Building fires to wa
Who was it taught me that truth was in the roots? Ever and on alight like clockwork Sure that this time I'll find myself neath the ashes, in my bones A rite of my own hands crafting perhaps The religi
This heart Heavy as the sea, pulls Downwards Against my fluttering feet On calm days and those Beaten by waves Swallowing my days and years In silence Endless above as below Empty as Mirrors
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