Wanderling❁

after the schism

 

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I am screaming for my home

but it was lost

somewhere beneath my pride

a bird knows, it can never swallow

what has already been sung

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pacific, part one

 

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I heard the rising ocean voice

swelling with agony and exhaling

at the edge of darkness

bitter colors in motion

fighting on behalf of mountains

sunken beneath moonlit waves

but also within, as you held me

peaking, breathing, gazing,

beyond my diamond eyes

my inheritance from the goddess

who sings where the waters meet

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uprising

 

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the tide is pulling against me

drawing a mask over my mouth

and try as I might, I cannot

speak

but if I were an ocean

my only voice would be mist

and I would desire

the silence of all others

so I understand

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her shape

 

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the clouds, they end

beyond these hills

the hips of the earth

they rise, and fall

and she is laughing

growing soft hairs

all over her body, and

I am in awe at her grace

watching them move

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