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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