I'm in a place where I can safely say I'm a poet, but I still look up to the moon, and dream of dying, or to perhaps one day understand, the underlying principles of magick, echoes of eternities and the only way forward for an ancient soul, your mother and father, the cages children are encased in, heartbeats as old as time, so young, yet perfect as they are, their echo and answer, so beautiful, sublime, safety, traveling in waves, for my life, it’s the most I can make of it, with everything in the distance, to settle and aim, it’s the best shot I can make..

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