They tell me that there are witches in the air
You can see them when day seeps to night And their silhouettes prowl the walls “Sapphire,” others say to me, “stay inside, shut the door.” And I obey, but the witches linger in my mind Slipping around corners, robes trailing the stars Their eyes dazzle and beckon And I watch, envious, for they are free And I am not Until one night, I step out into the humid dusk Tip-toe across the road until I fade into The night, finally with the witches
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You would think by now I know
That the soil that builds me up Can only hold so much water Yet, I, Hinrik, still cling to that falsehood Clutch onto it, drowning it with me in the dirt So I sink ever lower and the sun, Abandons me as well But still my roots anchor Fastening to the crumbs below And fragile, patient, sturdy, I prepare to bloom |
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