close your eyes, close your heart for the storm is come
one ounce, two, then four, then eight
and suddenly you can't escape
your bosom crushed
your secret hushed
and you
a shadow in a shadowscape
climb high, climb high, climb higher still
hold fast unto the stars until
one beat, two, then three then four
you wake, your body washed ashore
your breath returned
your face upturned
bright
a simple servant, nothing more
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