Crystal Chambers
by Marya Stark
Marrow of God. Summon. I hear their voices. Whispering. I feel their tears. Dreaming me, I hear their yearning. Suspended in Ice. What happens now? The waters are rising. The waters are rising. What happens now? The waters are rising The waters are rising These Ancient Wonders holding seeds of sounds from before we could speak before the First Song I couldn’t describe a Fantasia so pure We’re mountains making love to the Night Piercing the Sky numbness quivers, fire cracks open a Calligraphy of Volcanos
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