learn to create an edifice of stardust, roots in dark
quicksand-
there is always as much to climb as it is to descend,
a constant rise and fall to the melody of the stars
this tree of life hums quietly to itself, its branches surrendering
to the fabric of the skies
while roots dig deep into the core below
so are we, my love, so are we-
stretched between wasteland and infinity
our words the tools that could direct these clumsy
manifestations
instead we use them to destroy, perpetuate a science of
defeat
come on and rise
in silence, i sing to my spirit to be bare and weightless
return to the body it deserted, renounce this alchemy of
fear
go easy on me, you know these chains of sorrow are plucked
in deep
the spark that ignites them is still buried at your core
and i sing, voiceless, to the land i call my home,
nameless with a melancholy of perfection
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