Tremors ran the fracture lines,
much like lightning,
as those secret fingers lit the night
and lost the world in lack of time.
I do these things because of weakness,
And in the weakness I find a strength,
because this moment – your moment,
is when I come most alive.
It is here we discover an overwhelming fire
and become the gold refined.
It is gold that paves the streets of the skies,
but it’s truths like this we hate to find.
So I’ll fall on you, and trust I’ll walk again
despite the weights that make me sink.
And in this moment – the only moment –
I’ll lock your eyes with mine.
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