now there is a gate to respect the sanctity of place. gather a few extra rules to guard our ever evolving history. i wonder if we all scatter in our minds around a story that is both a well and a solitude. if music invokes us in the same way. does my heart move with yours. that is what i am asking. beyond, at home, for the longlasting. you are who you are. what flavour. offer something, past judgement: a moonflower, the act, many small suns.
i
am
carried
by the fire
and the song.
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