The mountains swell and lay constant everthere grows tress I remember through which water flows this is beyond vision hides there in the unseen exists, pulsing, beating, inebriated on blood and water. A natural law Everything is bowing sways in the current of earth's orbit I am in awe She has given up the cross remarking, "Don't you wish you could grab that there, hold it somewhere close inside of you, forever." Why even answer?
I am her, my movement in eyes. In the way, I reach, but cannot grasp the sky. I am her: and how it hurts to know this. I may stand, but how to stand together: when they have taken home? in this, even disappointment, dies. --- A miracle. A fondest love is born. up from the smokin ashes, and blood, and trumpet sound, a black procession, unmourned. and shirts and dresses, torn. across a raging ocean: in me. What could we say of love? --- That even from the depths of sorrow. A dove.
Fear is that sap upon the noble heart. A green snake, monstrous, Coiling and uncoiling, Around my little white arm: Why did I ever hold you to play! Daring in awe, frozen in my foil. Surrendered, waiting for the bite. No, too much this natural delight. Were their banners, flags that fly, Flowers thrown from prostrate cries? No. Just a gentle sigh and a risky step, into curiosity. circling up, friction on the valley, and rivulets of my arm, in the shade of Grandma's purple and green branches. The scent of lilac in the air, witness eyes, that seem to say, "hello."
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