There is
No easy way to begin
Telling the story
Of the year
Of your drowning
With a swamp in your speech
A penalty of the peach
Here in the rage and the resign
Of what remains
Trembling at the helm
At standstill and overwhelm
Oh dear
Nearly departed
Now life is a bridge
You cannot cross or burn
Don't go to ground like me
Healed too heavy
To be held of lifted

Enter the day
When out of the shadow of doubt
You land, land
In the golden mean
Enter the day
When the mouth of misfortune spits you out
To land, land
Where you ought to be

Old sky
Clearing out
‘Cross the bay
The abandoned hoverport
Rewilding away
Where the loaming soils divorce
By the grieving cry of the sparrowhawk

Enter the day
When out of the shadow of doubt
You land, land
In the golden mean
Enter the day
When the mouth of misfortune spits you out
To land, land
Where you ought to be
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And somewhere
Deep in your disorder
Is a sleeping symmetry

Zadkiel
Land
Land
Land
In the Golden mean

Enter the Day
When out
Of the Shadow of doubt