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O’ child gather your belongings for it is time to go

This is the scent of sand at dusk
For which it promises home

Just as sweet as the hues cast aside
To splatter upon the dues

The streets begins to empty
As the kettle brews

Change into this gown
For these are now your clothes

For the blood that runs through our veins
Is your blood too

But alas can you not see—the heart in which it flows too
Sings a different tune

And the direction that the wind blows
Is not the life I chose?

As the pulsating rivers flow
You heart is that valley that lies in between

Child! It’s you who ultimately decided which pieces of your image to take
And which ones to leave

Look upon the surface—at the depth of the soul
That which may never know the identity, of the flesh that it roams.