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Show (T pathways jj I am quick like fire, smooth as water, stable as the earth - (until it's insides boil and bubble up from deep within) And then the showers and the sparks do fly and tremble through the night. The morning listens to the colors as they rise upon the earth. The words they speak of endless summer and all the days are wont to listen; though the mind cannot give credit for the lack of sense and reason. But those are just the outer gods; inner life eternal struggles on throughout the ages with its mysteries infernal. Somewhere still within the spinning there is something that arrests me; holds me fast against the rock and drowning down, lets go to bless me. And 1 am gone before the morning, . flying low across the sunrise -looking sure and stepping careful, keeping up as best I can. Keeping quiet when I'm fearful, singing out when all is well; reaching high for rings above me as I ride this carousel. |