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Some realities drive us to our kneesand since I was therealreadybefore my altarI unwrapped and litthe beeswax candlesI acquired for you.

I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.

Dance with the waves of sea and sing with the sky,touch the sands with love and let your mind fly high.

Going down in history is a dead end pursuit

May god embracethe mess in your head, The chaos in your heart And the flames in your eyes.For you were never meant toBe loved in pieces Neither chained Or even understood .You are a piece of art And a piece of art is only meant to be admired, desired, andKept away from anyone or anything that may mess with such kind of Magic…

How young I seem; I am exceptional;I think of all I have.But really no one is exceptional,No one has anything, I'm anybody,I stand beside my graveConfused with my life, that is commonplace and solitary.

Maple. MaypoleCatch and carry.Ash and Ember.Elderberry.Woolen. Woman.Moon at night.Willow. Window.Candlelight.Fallow farrow.Ash and oak.Bide and borrow.Chimney smoke.Barrel. Barley.Stone and stave.Wind and water.Misbehave.

At 30,000 feet up The mind has plenty of space to wander:

Before you, nothing.Now you, and everything