a river cascading in the depths of a dream lost to time
but remembered in space
given here to the realms of truth
held close to the bosom of creation in a protection that does not exclude
only filters
i am a child
naked in the eye of the sky
clothed in the wisdom of ages
offered without temperature to a golden dawn
did i know myself before you remembered me?
i only smell because the earth musks at my lust for her
we are symbiotic, her scent for my glands
this is the crafting of space for content
of content for context
of love for pain
each polarity is a gift for its opposite
each breath is a love for it's exhalation
dream me awake, sweet forever
i am surrendered into your wisdom
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