we may not have a future
we have a past
you run for the days ahead
we break on the lines read
oh candlelight
I saved you from
the wind, and you
are burning my
fingers
rivers
perpetually thirsty
to meet the seas
waters die, come back
with renewed energy
fire in the wood
butter in the milk
water in the clouds
butterfly in a caterpillar
adult in a child
we cannot see
they're borne out of death
invisible ecstasy
unspeakable agony
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