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I am in limbo       between universes between stars I am ensconced        in my own light in tangible luminance stored deep inside                    tiny                       glass jars I am whirling into new orbit      as I take on this luster,                  this shine I furl forth choices in magic spells weaving                    and take back         what was always so rightfully mine I now hold the staff       that will part the seas of my new way        in this labor because, honey, there ain't no time to waste no horse         no glowing, knighted savior Until this hour               I was crawling          but I now I start to rise as I have my final say                and the northern lights          spew out from behind my eyes I am through with           this land of ice, land of jagged spires It is time to bust up              all those submissive plans           and spray the whole place with arctic fire yeah time to mark it juice it up till it licks up pain, till it burns release pent up years               of unneeded conflict, of tensed up            twists and turns so just you try to break me apart as I try to navigate between tectonic plates on two lands The only knight here           is my own true self the situation neatly in my      hot little hands
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC
Between Universes
I am in limbo       between universes between stars I am ensconced        in my own light in tangible luminance stored deep inside                    tiny                       glass jars I am whirling into new orbit      as I take on this luster,                  this shine I furl forth choices in magic spells weaving                    and take back         what was always so rightfully mine I now hold the staff       that will part the seas of my new way        in this labor because, honey, there ain't no time to waste no horse         no glowing, knighted savior Until this hour               I was crawling          but I now I start to rise as I have my final say                and the northern lights          spew out from behind my eyes I am through with           this land of ice, land of jagged spires It is time to bust up              all those submissive plans           and spray the whole place with arctic fire yeah time to mark it juice it up till it licks up pain, till it burns release pent up years               of unneeded conflict, of tensed up            twists and turns so just you try to break me apart as I try to navigate between tectonic plates on two lands The only knight here           is my own true self the situation neatly in my      hot little hands
Written with the assistance of assorted empowering musical mind trips, such as New World part 2 and Polar Intertia-Vertical Ice.
lora-lee
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC
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