What would we not give to the heart?
Our every mortal hour, this blood that stirs behind my every breath…
Here, I give all.
From birth to my becoming,
Seeds to rise where only blossoms prevail.You are both centre and circumference,
The universe to remnants under a measureless dance,
Slow, rhythmic, to floods of unparalleled awakening.
Neither wilderness nor paradise could resist your circles…
Dawn of my days!Soiled still within your infancy, but behold,
In the profundity of such ageless virtue any trace of the transitory speaks untrue of your virgin nature… Emerging from chrysalis,
Residing amid the flame of our aspiring…Having voyaged these lesser seasons,
Toils of winter and stone, my eyes stretching to glimpse realms more fertile than green, even gold.
To brim all, from birthright to being, embracing
Our immortal hour fulfilled,
What would we not give to the heart!
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