Drink From The Tears

Drink from the tears of my eye little fly, 

the fire that burns in my soul is cooled 

the union of air and earth created the womb which heals the wound, return 

return to the belly of the world, no more boys and girls the spectrum unfurls

there is no door we must sink through the floor 

relentless rage of the golden cage 

the sage won’t save our bodies from the burrowing blades of war.

Before, be sure, the temple is pure

The change can occur not for us but for her.

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