NOW BEGIN. Cry out of the silence...
Through the still until
that hold your thoughts and,
let it be.
Till their is able and will
to clench and mold...
Let it be.
Fear not the rude giants who'd
press through ill invite, fear not
harm...
Nor the heart turned heavy,
moreover know that it will try
and think not, that it will not
press your heart...
Be well though you quiver, for
shivers bring warmth
though cold would hold you like
a sacrifice unto a pagan god...
Lay to rest memories upon
thoughts of
what it should have been...
For such considerations will
drink you and take hard
swallows to hold you inside...
Unable.
Now become and see, let
it be, until...
For it is merely darkness, an
alley's end, a told tale of space,
of place, of end...
Now begin.
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