What manner of creature is this
She ropes in the storms behind her
She parts the seas with a sigh
Her yoke is easy and her burden is light
In the dark she walks into the light
Staring blind wrong from right
Open palms seeking a shadows hand
You only survive because you don’t understand
The wind carries voices but theres nobody there
The bush is burning but the mountain is bare
The divine divided by divinity
Trapped in the madding throng
Walled in the other half of your insanity
Your dreams are all real your reality all wrong – N

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