Stand on broken knees,
test the fear of heights,
abandon rotten relics,
take back stolen nights,
step into the dark,
redirect the stars
to shower the soil with light,
leave the baggage behind,
taste fresh bread and wine
(preferably homemade).
The saints will say you’re lost,
but did they ever bother
to learn your name
in their quest for fame?


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