Humming Rolls of Heavyclay
When looking back at our creation,
in these hours, when our star appears,
across the south-east globe of planet Earth
as lightning up the skies with joy, grounds in shades
of life we gave them, brethren, as they're no spirits,
and creatures of the broken worlds
in their broken words hopes take shape
for life untamed, there is no other,
universal choice, just presence and in presence
beauty that arose the spring.
There arose the sound:
"If you will ever want to touch the sacred grounds with feet of your desires and thus end your sinful levitations, then the seeds of life we offered will do crack open with immensefull pain to birth out screams and prayers yet unheard of, not completely alone, and not unknown. Although what is unknown is not what seems to be as it does seem to be the very other than the one that it is not."
Then, there was a song:
"Let the gates of hell you know begin with heaven's corals.
Let the children you molested grow in numbers, let their sorrow tear in flowers.
Let the destiny prevail with sweetness over your desires, endless, as thus pain.
As you are invited; come, please come, please come.
Your feet again, on sacred ground.
Your soul, back home.
Your heart, oh food, sacrificed."
Involuntary breathing saved the bird from the collusion that would brake its neck, but it left the misty fog of breather's presence on the windows of unseen and let the bird go feed its chicks.
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