I have burned so long too long.
threshing paths
grinding hope
head bowed limbs slack
I ask I ask
peel back this mortal bind
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Gaze upon the world
silk in our hair, gold around our feet
the setting sun clothes our bodies
clouds paint the sky in streaks
sister, why do you say we have nothing?
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If the sun touches you before I do, If the air enters you before I do,
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I may be fleeting/but I am joy/At the brink of dawn each day/reminded/by the spread-opened wings of/a dead sparrow
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