Ease your way up this hill,
Wade through the truth with me.
We can rest when we reach the top.
Bold blue, foggy gray
Touch and grab hold and reveal,
As our ducks perform their rituals.
Bonds form between barbarians.
Our commensurate fears identify
And settle down with soul secrets.
It is acceptable for you to tell
And acceptable for me to tell
And acceptable for us to accept our exceptionalities.
This beauty is from beneath and within,
These words are to define: redefine,
To find, to be found by.
And by and by I am found
By this tree, by your truth,
By our truth.
Constellations await us, protect us,
Unite us, compel us to trust
That the divine has fated each moment.















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