A forged heart can be broken
in the fire which made it strong
an emotion can swelter
into emptiness without cause
with bleak as motive by a still lawn
the river flows through the belly when you are waste deep at dawn
everything passes through us but nothing remains certain
'cept distance, distance amoung us as the stars above
the prophecy which was spoken
now stands upon the chord
of a tilted pitcher before the water pours forth
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