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In these moments of
Little deaths – overtaken
By the perilous self.
I am inaugurated
Elected to the priesthood
The high class of
Fallen brothers
Those sheltered in
The darkness
Those clustered in
The cold
HAunted by the darkness
Heaven is departing
Oh yellow seeds of gold
Angel whispers crying
Tears of laughter dying
Bound hands untying
Wilted weathers of the stone
Vapor runs in condensation
As the harvest never fails
There is silence in the forest
No one here to hear me wail
Irreverent decompensation
Tilted feathers on my bones
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