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You squat when you're squatting in an empty house, to check its electrics, for that's how it shows what it's worth, and trace the currents that flow through its wires, to proof
Guardians of the tree of life or winged goddesses of Egypt, from Sumeria to Babylon and beyond you are known moving between heaven and earth, fusers of dimensions, who instruct,
No need for lock and key where I go shadow-less. Torn into blue my shade, mangled and frayed, away from do and don’t I disobeyed. No trace of the old house, the winding road, the gate.
Unresolved lie the things of the heart, locked rooms, where keys have been lost, or windows closed to the air of spring or books left out in a foreign tongue.
And so we lived and took in signs and grew. And so we died, before we even knew. The little time we had, we hardly tasted. The years that came and went were mostly wasted.