Mystery I want to swing in you
Holding the tidings of unknown
there upon my tidings a floor
dancing between the huddled
there and back again though younger
touch inside the gracious newness
of me that I never and always knew true
unafraid to love again below the skin
same as I trouble becomes prison free
to speak of selflessness anon
I give up throne wonder of speech
to show the one thing that holds me
My messenger so deeply you brown hair
I know how to care, I know who you seek
forlorn the days that told wisdom ignored
and by the by whispered leave it now
life breathes this treasure as I see it
growing into my body anew
Take but the solid tears of the path
forgotten, take the long days
and flush them with breath
My grip is but a burden , never take hold of mine.
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