Mind aflame bow
Mind aflame, bow in bruised rivers,
shattered glass starts to rise,
watching frozen time as shivers,
swimming in empty skies.
Silky thoughts are turning,
ancient bridges burning,
awareness is yearning.
Drifts upward now,
Mind aflame bow.
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