Teach me the ways of the rambling seer.
I wish to grow in the truth of death and daisies,
to dance in the feral blossoms of the night.
Embrace me in the growing shadows.
Welcome me into the eternal spires.
Show me the path where the wild rabbit fled,
where the fox laid down her kits in the shadows.
Birth me with passion in the mystery.
Calm the quaking fear of my pain.
Drag me out of light and into the cool, cool darkness
where everything is a discovered mystery.
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