I am alone without enough soap.
Still waters escape through lifting fog.
Prick hate for loving you and beat hate down.
The thorn birds rest upon my crown.
Dust and ash; my origin; my being reflects.
The source I'm reaching toward.
Illumination find me.
Moon in the haunted forest; be my guide.
Navigating by stars back in time toward home. Where the heart is.
Found and lying among my luxe treasure…once again.
Floating. No flying comet like flinging and fire dancing destiny.
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