relative state
if only one
if seeming late
of grace one knows so
little here
sun after snow
courage from fear
our eyes still filled
with dreaming dust
the walls we build
to hide from trust
of self, and breathless sky
of earth beneath our feet
the endless asking why
we are condemned to meet
time in varied ways
procession of the blind
make waste of blessed days
in hopes that we may find
eternal selves still bringing
divergence from the mean
unshackled we are singing
forever at the stream
moving unto being more
a tempest at your throat
the will escapes a fluid door
i shall command one note
that shall in turn come unto air
let's love beyond the past
faithless state we came to bear
let's stream a song that lasts
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