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Blackened clouds lie down the right tracks,
from a burden to the free land-
full of sun, face full of sun-
Lead me down to weightless water’s edge.
Lucid and afraid my body cracked,
I trudged along until a mountain pushed through,
And the glass sky shattered too.
Stemming outward a fiery light,
meteors retreated back into the night.
After recession of this fiery light
was nothing but pitch black
when the earth shuttered once again;
time had leapt away into the matrix…
To where blackened clouds have no end,
from a free land back to chains,
face full of nothing, face full of dead stars.
Just lead me down to weightless water’s edge.
How could I?
Melt between the cracks of my demise?
I longed for a story where I fill spaces between the lines,
binding the truth.
My tree falls over at the sight of the noose, so I wait-
wait for wolves to circle me instead-
in my den, but none come in.
They know raising a wild one,
Would tame the human heart within