At birth given scars along tender heart liberties injustice for awkward living situated casualties they lay dead along your floor careful not to wake them they're sleeping in the morrows good mourning the dying will discard the wish to liveYou'll get nothing for something arise the hidden war of a dead song, unsung the night of your children's day beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up seal the lips of your voice with haste and cower at the sounds as they make their way surprise speed and malice the opposing break the surface hold readyLet this colony know in the name of the dead we're comingover thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind. feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. reaching out to embrace the random. reaching out to embrace whatever may come.i embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
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