Moonlit contemplation
Here at the cliff’s edge
Years i have come here
To think of the fall
This old ego must die
Pining for a specter to fly
Through ether and earth
To bestow death & rebirth
Stars lined with the trees
All things where they should be
With a sense of unworthiness
Still flowing through me
Trembling like a child
The fear waves summon the guides
Wings hide the lunar queen
It’s time to move beyond her
A feral wisdom hunts the silent perceivers
Rupturing skin & piercing bone
Dissolving the filth that surround the will
To hold the wind & speak with the stones
Formless warrior! myth incarnate!
Scripture of flesh glowing
Shared spirit navigates
Running to the ledge, chosen men align
To become a nest of ravens in the throat of time
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