I have seen too deeply,
From jaundice and headache,
Into inner realms called caverns
That coldly lie awake.
By those who wear clarity,
I have seen too deeply,
And the reality bespeaks on
The occasion you speak.
Many lose their lines of compassion,
I have been an egg too flat,
But you are the guardians,
You are the joyous spring for lullabies.
I wonder and tell those managed facts,
Mighty words curl around the heart,
To keep a tail on the shoulder of words,
To keep what I will to defeat the laws.
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