Here

At the heart of a quake

Within the tumbling waves

Beneath the black sky’s thunder

Is where I fall into place   

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Here, ensnared by the ropes

Of a gathering revolt

Is where I’m meant to burn  

Within a raging mob

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Here basking in the sparks

Of our dying machine

In the long awaited rain

Is where I bury my roots  

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Here in the aftermath

Of our feared awakening

Scalding days turn to ash,

From here I take to the breeze