| I dig the soil with my bare hands
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| I open circular wounds
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| Craters of worms and broken nails
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| I dig off those marble columns
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| Extensions of my roots
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| Will fit in there
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| I look them deep down
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| Till I feel them pulsing within
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| From each crack that opens up
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| Warm dark blood rivers out
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| I get my chest soaked in
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| Summoning rebirth
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| I chain myself to this primordial mud
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| My fingers like tentacles
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| Spread to the light above
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| Eyes are sealed
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| In beloved silence my mind wonders
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| Dragging lies and slimy shadows with each step
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| When the core is reached
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| The bleeding stops
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| I now stand still like a centenary tree
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| Burnt inside
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| Burning all that lies around
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| And when daily demons finally shrink in
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| A vortex of gold leaves erupts in return
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| I inhale dozens of them
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| Choking from this grace
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| I puke black bile
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| Drawing mandalas in the thick air
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| My eyes take fire
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| Neck cracks back
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| Forcing my face to the clouds
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| It rains
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| My orbits are now steaming holes
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| Getting slowly filled with peace
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| Layers and layers of shining waves
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| Find their way to my heart
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| Ice meeting fire lights up the mind
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| Till blackness is put at ease
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| And when distortion fades
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| Flames get rest
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| Tracing the path of blood
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| I align a step after another
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| And I’ll keep the rhythm till the source is reached
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| My inside is out
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| Floating
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| The outside is in
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| Digging
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| Tuned with soil and clouds
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| I’m one with myself again |