I walk through creeps, spills,
drawn from these old wells
And the sky stretched out before me
And upside down,
ignoring
The wind it pulled toward me Away from all abhorring
Ugly,
laden,
old growth,
shaded Old growths,
sharp thorns, I hold them in my arms
This morning lives in everyone Who
has thus someone
Or a enlightened The living and the dying
Blessed is the timing For all of these primes
The dawning cave in crying The trigger and denying
Time won't stop
once Unearthed,
they only show
Morphing through pain blooms My love for
you only grows
Crepuscule,
the
rising The living and the trying
Aurora,
enlightening The giving and the dying
Crepuscule,
the chasing All
rising to
the melting and unveiling
Memory engraving
