If your heart desires secrets this time,
Must we all surprise you from our heart.
Do not halt in your process, do not inquire
Into false gods, flashing lights and tears.
If the heart bleeds from the centre we are glad,
If it keeps clot after clot, we must stare at others.
This time, the heart of all is a proposed joy, a new
Gift to the all-strong brotherhood, or fellowship.
I pour from the trees a liquor that entices us,
I send a message to the heavenly abode so as
To instruct a danger, one of hellish content;
But the gardens of joy are younger than any.
The heart speaks from the folk's hearts,
Inside the management of an area so enticing,
Internally destroyed but everliving, internal blessings
Are bound to the centre of the heart.
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