Through the rose warrior
Through the justice of empathy
Through the line that is unbroken
To the sensitivity of timeless resolve

Mental death is in the wilderness of acuity
Reforming anatomy
With intimacy

A morning filled with words
I'm telling the things I have heard
In this forest of return

Traveling to no destination
Inverting orientation
Into vulnerability
I'm giving myself beyond a new beginning

Smelling the twilight hour flowers
The spheres of atlas blooming upon the edges of power
This is the setting of dispelling
The lifting of the mists of mourning


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