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The staircase will watch over us

As we descend

Into the glistening

Cellar and dance.

When the canopy opens and the sky falls downward

I will stand with my mouth open

And wait for the rain.

Somewhere in the ocean that rages and tears against my ribs;

My insides glowing red

It pierces and pulls.

There exists a familiar feeling,

When I lift the world:

My body is the fulcrum and the lever.

I watch the grains of sand in my palm turn to fire and burn holes in my hands.

My body is the fulcrum and the lever,

When I lift the world.

When I lift the world,

When I see my life:

This fountain of poison,

I drink from it's eyes.

When I lift the world.

Without god, without loss it's a vicious circle.

Does it feel good to lose me?

Do you feed on my pain?

Can I stop and breathe?

Can I become Holy?

And as quickly as it comes, it leaves:

And as quickly as he comes he leaves.