We shall unite, you and I.
I've seen lions crawl from your eyes
And your hair flung on shore-rocks.
Your hands are Nile and voice meadow grass
But weeds grow between your fingers now.
We will walk on two sound beams
Shoved together arbitrarily
And stand suspended on a slice of echo.
Flowers will turn to blue wind
And lakes freeze to plateaus of sound
When we unite to heap broken stones skyward.
Tomorrow will fall before this matchstick like black nebulae
Disassembled by a breath. Escape these two stones
And we will walk up the shadows before us
Chanting basic words like lyres
To strangle form and crumple worlds
To paper balls and hollow wind.

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