You are carried forward by a wave of ancient blood
buried in the labyrinths known as vessels and related
to the practice of love. You are brought forward
out of the enshrouding mists, you dangle your pale foot
over the edge of any bridge.
Bring me your wine, we'll drink upon the hill
bring me your wine, I'm sick of little pills.
All of your caution is transposed upon your face
all of your caution is the cause of your disgrace.
Burst through the orbed amber whorls of antiquities
fallow words, speak in old maths that create our
lives with verbs.
Hunger of love, as fine as any state,
hunger for life, they've tried to take your plate.
Rely on your bloodlines drawn with buttressed grace,
rely on your sight when you judge a stranger's face.
We are the ones, restless with wings of fog who
drink from sunlight's rim filled with fate,
we are the ones who unlock the garden's gate.
So where ever you are, remember that ever creature
has a fear, whoever you are, your blood is filled with tears.
whoever you are, you'll win with a harmonized sphere of
pulsating light they call the mind, whoever you are,
the stars have filled you with the glory of the year.
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