Through It All Here I Stand
She walks through the dark damp humid tunnels. She stops as the stripped frayed clothes leave her almost naked. Her palms shoving against the rampart in the voids tunnels and shouting with enthuse let there be light. Like a flaring torch her eyes burn. Water rises through the tunnels rising with water to the outershell of the open garden. Blooming age of a new home of Madra where the pigeons fly and the elk headed apes whom robust claws cling. Can you hear your mother surrounded by her eggs for she declare us free.
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