I Dove between the Dewdrops of Delineated Time

I dove between the dewdrops of delineated time
To see if I could seek the deep mystique ‘neath veined bloodlines.
They weave like rivers roaring and erode the great divide
Red waters flow, the winds they know, the sculptor rests inside.

So fill my lungs to bursting and unleash the fire within
I Will my flesh to know its nature, birthing beneath skin
I beckon to the gurgling streams of singing violins
Dissolve the bones and rocks and stones – tall tales of what has Been.


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