The farther down you go
The more light you can bring
The wider spread your wings
Take this starry crown
And place it on the ground
And not upon your head
In the silver lake
On the silver stone
You place your flesh and bone
...
And at the very end
When your spirit’s high
And you are poised to fly
Child of the man
Mist upon the land
Sent/scent before the rain
Then the iron door
Which occupies your mind
Will open from behind
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