the mountains of the wolves, pt. 1 

she comes to me in waves, sings to me of the pain. she walks the mountains of the wolves, they watch her from afar; the trail of light she weaves mirrors the tracks of the stars. from god comes the moon, from the moon the rain, the rain snakes rivers and i drink, i drown, i am the water and i am the mirrored stars dancing on waves. she is with me, she is in me, she is there and here and is all.

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