bening and beautiful being

aret thou human    
I break the word    
my world breaks not   
     
morning red streaks pale    
elven blood weeps    
each day she holds the lance      
     
I sacred anarchist    
sail teared kingdoms    
returning whale songs    
     
your apocalyptic vision    
slowly becomes    
the lover we dont have to love    
     
chances we didnt take    
dependencies undealt with    
those evil little voices    
     
the ring is empty    
liturgy escapes not    
fought without a cause    
     
fate holds each wrist    
golden sandaled      
is each promise    
     
obscure and null    
how obscene    
to still believe    
     
that I is we    
are love    
and therefore    
we are loved    
     
navigate      
pouring rose oil    
into each dawn    
     
Each day I start    
pure intent    
holding space    
     
honing my heart    
lo and behold!    
     
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