The Dust Desires
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The Dust Desires

I have risen with the sunReached for it on paths made of its beamsNo fear of failure or broken wingsThe sea a bottomless cup beneath meSalt drops kissing the blood…
I cannot let you pass
Posted inWindow to the Soul

I cannot let you pass

I remember all the times I sawThe Red Swans danceThousands of beribboned swords –Whirling like restless birdsTrapped in too small a cageThat bends their feathers like a bow,Ringing like the…