balladeer of moons
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With Every Waking
With every waking
like my first coming into the world,
I long to return naked
to the banks of the original River,
as it licks up the floating stars like broken roses
in a frenzy heightened by the drink of dreams,
as time cries its last twilight and holds me in its dead arms.
like my first coming into the world,
I long to return naked
to the banks of the original River,
as it licks up the floating stars like broken roses
in a frenzy heightened by the drink of dreams,
as time cries its last twilight and holds me in its dead arms.