Subtle record left and a gigantic heart in that brother
Chaos through the mother; what does she speak
The boat's ripped to shreds but we're on dry land now--no need
To travel through the ocean anymore with these folks
The house I grew up in has been torn down; only a field now
Gracefully; my two worlds unweaving with an acute vision
Complimenting the unseen threads as they fray burning to the ends; the cat speaks to me
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