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be alive when the moment calls for you when leaves play green beyond your gaze and branches like rivers of shade flow in from the edge of perception be hollow when earth upholds you when years press you down their aged moments flowering in season their fruit hanging heavy be not afraid of what has always been of your own inevitable stride the flight of days you blindly overcame the night of curling roots and dying leaves

what world-worn slave treads 'neath the waves whose feet unstill soon-lost roads pave? oh man how falls thy tiny age? open not thine eyes oh wretch neither stir thy tongue silence hath robbed thee yea, salt and darkness hindered thee oh creature how findest thou thy grave?

the sky is not above but all around and still the ground keeps hold her law is greater than my will though i have found that i'm in love surrounded by the empty the full beneath my feet words fail to measure depths and breadths of hearts that never beat below me all the world in all her fullness seems to fold so needful thin as sharp as hell and twice as sinful no longer held am i but furiously hurled

time is my hiding place i'm fine but i'm fighting grace life is a shining face but i'm shy and the line is drawn thin as a lie but as bright as dawn my mind is gone seasons die

were the moon the greater star the sea would favor near to far and were her phases full to burst the hearts of men would be a curse for in her pale and shifting gaze we find the ebb and flow of days her darkness and her modesty unlike the sun are joy to me