I live, and write to share.
Quickened by wonder, my mind asunder,
The empyrean speaks to me.
Alas the frightful, yet, calming insightful,
A disposition, free from apathy.
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Move along, with the descending silver grey.
Winding round, with the softest sound.
You can barely see, the colorless branches,
The longing silhouettes,
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She spills through, with light and with stone.
Locking down - all within the empty scale.
Remembering what we scatter,
Impervious to the drumming; the driving willful chord.
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I'll slide into place the stones by the shore.
Cut with precision in decision,
Against the crests,
Against their roar.
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We ask, what sanctions this,
With the sun over waters,
Rewriting dictates from fortune's mirror,
After the healing, after the storm.
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