It's severed your river and you're drying up.
Take the pins out of your eyelids!
They make you stare and it's time to blink.
Pry the staples from your lips!
They keep you silent and it's time to cry out.
Surrender to the defiant flame that flickers in the dark depths of your guts,
incenerate those heavy robes that bind your dance,
and run into the night sky, sharing the moon's bare glow.
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