The Rising II

The mission is on
and somehow, somewhere,
I have gained my
breath from the
starfrost my
heart from a hanging moon
silent and calling I have
borne my trial in black
holes behond the mind's pale
borders, I
can reach out from here,
spin and rotivate the air,
be responsive to the burdens
bearing down on
back and brain - I am
my own place I am
being being being
personified, incarnate, and
I can rise.
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