Born with confidence into the supposed seven hells.
Awareness of the shifting heart and the tolling of the bells.
Minutes can be years in the mind of squabbling urchins.
When so much is given, even then the limbs - needles and pins.
Cage unheeded, invisible inside all the provided smiles of the chosen.
Always out-of-the way, always howling but still unseen; frozen.
A singular navigation through the waves of encompassing vitality.
Memory sits on the edge of worlds & words before, disillusion of duality.
Consolation prizes no longer hold the heart in check.
Ears ringing reveals silence in the cave. Gold glimmers - a fleck.
Awareness of the shifting heart and the tolling of the bells.
Minutes can be years in the mind of squabbling urchins.
When so much is given, even then the limbs - needles and pins.
Cage unheeded, invisible inside all the provided smiles of the chosen.
Always out-of-the way, always howling but still unseen; frozen.
A singular navigation through the waves of encompassing vitality.
Memory sits on the edge of worlds & words before, disillusion of duality.
Consolation prizes no longer hold the heart in check.
Ears ringing reveals silence in the cave. Gold glimmers - a fleck.
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