Come with i
To the place whose
Nakedness meets the eye blind
Share the sacrifice
Build in the blood
Of screaming truth
See the smoke of
Latter paths forge
Ties in salts of misty words
I heard her voice
Like molten rock
Softened by ego charm
The times that danced
With tomorrows dream
Upon dry wood
The promise lay
In silence modest
That if dawns face
But appears
The ashes
Might laugh
While the thought bewildered
Will second guess
The broad growth
Of tongues
Unchained
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