What will you rise for?
What calls you from sheets,
and the fantastic unreality,
calls you back into connection
with singed wings, flaunting
and bright as the sun,
tail feathers, a smile on your beak
a home in your heart, not yet created...
Will it be a grail
of your own design,
or a passion
pressed upon you
by a world in need of guidance,
of purification,
of…
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