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Each step I take 
draws to the abyss,
as I get closer
I hang back from the lip


Finding a squat
I kneel on the ground,
closing my eyes
to feel in the sound


A whistle of wind
draws me in first,
my soul does fill
till it could burst


Hearing the trickle
of water nearby,
quenching my thirst
in minds eye


And just as I thought 
that was all,
a rustle of grass
could just be heard


Earth mother woken
in silent plea’s,
to rush and bend
and play for me


My face is warm
by the grace of fire,
stoking my faith
to rebuild desire


My elements all
did gather with glee,
but the final one
still escapes from me


The last of elements
thought to be known,
the fifth and final
lies far from our home


Far out in space
it floats to find,
a place that lives
within our minds


I turn and walk 
from the abyss,
the finding of a fifth
is something I cant miss

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