With all of life at her command
She drank in the precious words,
They ran like water over sand
And flew with wings like birds.

This sudden flight, a reverie
Caught in the curve of her hand,
Shaking the mind-forged manacles free
And betraying the wasted land.

An ember, a flame, a scraping need
Grew like death within her chest
From the smallest sleeping seed
To the tree of her unrest.

The constellations watch the years
Aloof and shivering in their spheres
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Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ios, in the year 262 MA.