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There is a voyage ahead of us,
I can feel its promise with the intensity of all my love,
There is a wall, and beyond that wall
The world.
Oh, don't let them stop you or rip it from
Your hands. Bleed first and ignore the cost later.
I promise in the end your beauty will be unspeakable
Thank you for the faith and fire. My wreckage
Burns with the viciousness of all cowards
And black questions, with the stench of tomorrow
But still,

—Still!
I will lift myself from it and praise every person
Who dropped me for nothing and made my heart
Writhe on glass splinters. Oh, how I believe in happiness.
Goodness as a monument in the wilderness, a pouring of chromatic
Light. Everywhere, light.
An unstoppable painting of worship in my blood.