let the lids down n transpose,
form thoughts to doors, sever cords,
get lost in translate,
rip through substrate,
plant your answers...
pic yer part n pass art till nuns r left,
preach pastor, speak yer heart till the sunz left
rising from the ashes,
she shakes it,
reflects on the burn n turns to fly again.....
this rivers been reformed, bank no more.
big storms tore through n laid new land,
the goats right hand doesn't waiver,
it be hooves, fears not, n molds rocks at will.
overfills some cups, n pours whats left down hill,
into a garden of souls,
its growth ebbs n flows to the beat,
bear through the bitters n push on till the sweets,
then harvest............
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