When the love churns in the bellows
Before a flame speaks wonder upon its coals
A-lit like the lanterns interior
Walk through these flames to find me
Thier terrace is violet and violent
They span higher than hells gallows
Thier cinders speak gypsy curses
Through the late hours of a hollowed night
Find me here in a cool ravine
Or a well, deep down, beaneath the raging arson
Washing myself in the crisp cleansing waters
Laughing in emancipation of heat
I shake the flames that produce sweat and trial
They scatter in the 8 directions
Vanishing even from periphery vision
And slide into a different point of destiny
Free from the shackles that burn
I await in the waters that cleanse and balm
Soothe and quench a urge long unanswered
Come find me! I will splash and swim,
But never suffocate
I will be your fun-loving companion
I will show you the magnificent one
Seek me here in the mist of ruins
Where the spirit may rest and recline
Fall into these still waters,
Reclaim yourself from the wreckage
Hold your beath, and dive deep
Below the fever of tides,
a brightness awaits pure as porcelain
Smoothing out the inequities of the soul
Renounce the flame, romance these waters
Through mellow falls and fortified fortresses
Once the storm has stilled, arrive through the gate
Leave your home built and come find me
Beyond the storm, beneath the rapids
I am awaiting you!
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