Ah, you deep-souled fire;
you dammed river waiting to break
to flood over the drying land
with deep and fearsome waves!
No more will I hold you pack,
no more will I wait for a path.
Instead, my own I will carve
for the way to win a shaking heart
from a cold and lonely land.
Oh, you waiting world
made of short, fighting bursts!
I will break from you
and bring life from hard-packed dirt.
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