Ember Altar with friend and brother. It stilled the falter and broke the smother. And I laughed in wonder as the wool went under me. I'm breathing, breathing free finally.
I howled in joy, "Glory be, glory be, glory be"
Canine in the way I looked up. Held fast and unconditional. It's the hindsight, it's the silence, it's alright.
It's the I that never dies, it's the I that never dies.
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