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It's not that I'm soaring, more of flying
Perhaps soaring, escalating
It is a gradual ascent but when
you're horizontal seemingly rushing to
uppermost borders of the world, it all seems to be a rush.
Beneath the HemlockI am at easeMy heart calmAs my mind.
Beneath the HemlockI am at peaceAs I sitIn the soft grass and shade.
My mother is the queen,
For control is all that matters.
My father is the king,
The foreseer of decisions.
Mother fends for her bishops,
But they cannot save her children.
