When I was young, the heavens raised me, they told me, your father, your mother, they know what’s in your heart, when I grew older, got dirtier, and the night came, in that valley, my heart beats just the same, and they could also hear it, the demons haunting this place, it’s the same for beasts, the dogs and the wolves, the serpents, and the crows, any being pure of spirit, maybe even the foxes and the hens, they can smell it, when they’re close, some can hear it clearly, your intentions, anything that could apply to them, harm to avoid, and any benefit to accept, the fae whisper, you can have it, push, push, when a corpse falls, this great giant, the worms and the ants come out of hiding, anyone would want it, grab your piece of it, climb the stairs to heaven, the roads go deep, all the way to the abyss, the Southern Gentleman, that old beast, also had a part to play, in my education, I learned to dance to the fiddle, every little thing, checked and weighed, a fire, burning till your soul is clean, I still have to thank him, all those satisfied dreams, black boxes, and shadows, so many of them, they made their way through here, they all did their part, to build this road, to open it up, my meridians, under lock and key, but the blockage has been cleared, the water is meant to flow, through me, and out, back into the world, if I locked it up, and possessed it, I wouldn’t be worthy, all that I am is theirs, a tool built, a sword, meant to be wielded, each hidden hand, they partake in the decision, where is the ground, where does reality stand, so many negotiations, a cookie crumbling, and what would allow it, the most satisfaction…

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