Remember you carry the bird's heart in its cage: the debate of wings and song, so many violins, soaring and flashing.
Gather, gather for me,
the sounds and jewels,
until wrapped in air and fire,
we voyage accompanied by the
congress of pure harmonies to
morning's waterfall of shimmering
ingots.
And may our love palpitate like a fish
in the cold.
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