The feather passes between us,
The flight of equality.
My contemplative re-union,
Of the earths serenity.
The pestilence of folly,
The coffers of the mass.
Who stained our friendship,
For all the time that passed.
Treatise my heart beckons,
For peace among the bison races.
Let the lost be a summon,
Bring quiet into sacred places.
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