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The wren calls at dawn

the birds flutter at your cry

the tornado sky in your heart

sleeps on your shore

in the muffled song of waves.

 

Your rail will soon sleep

you will wake up in the hour of retribution

the breath of clear water springs from the desert

baptism is the peace of smoothed mistakes

your golden memory speaks forgiveness.

 

The mud-swept height you seek

the riddles are lifted from the bloodsuckers' suction

the sacred will be abused no more

volcanoes will rise from the seabed

fate is a trawl of flame-spun nets

rising up in you like jellyfish.

 

You are all poles of eggs

beware lest they fall out

the end of killing approaches

the earth's parting

which way will you go

do you already know your way?

 

What spirit advises you

letters from shining ships reach out

sister and brother stars are here to help you

they harvest all your tears

drops are uncovered as living water.