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When it rattles each stitch and a terrible wind blows,
I am consumed by worry.
I am impatient as well as I am old,
For now in the mirror all I see is an image of every hook
that has ever caught my flesh & every brace
I’ve used to set the broken back in place.

Upon arrival of this, our wintering season
A coarse wind swept through every vein,
In & out of all our pores, and every bone
Making solid ground of this farm
That we so desperately need
To crack and drink the marrow from.

And all our hopes while awake
May seem so colossal by design,
For that which springs forth eternal
Gives us this will to survive.
There in our dreams, while asleep
We finally find a release from the perils
That we believe to be finite.

By day our cheeks angles burn so bright
With scarlet skin from every ray of sunlight.
It looked like decades hanging from our faces
And come nightfall we lapped up the light
from all the lanterns filled with kerosene.
We’re doused in the sounds of the birch sparks flickering.
Now we lay to rest in the warmth of an iron cove
We made amends, we simply just made the best of it.

And I kneel beside the edge of the river,
Nourished by the ichor of spring.
And there I sit beside my sister
Draining sap from the pines as we sing.
And I kneel beside the edge of the river,
Where we’re nourished by the ichor of spring
and I sit by my sister
as we drain the sap from the pines, then we sing…

Are you not darkening others’ lives?
So hold onto the worst that is inside of you,
Hold onto every ghost of your darkening hours.

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from Terra Traipse, released February 11, 2014

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