come to me in the bleach-white darkness
shower me with black-water sparkles
i am the dust of your enemies!
i am alive in your veins!

push me from the vaulted window
i have flown over your victories
you are the star-burst vengeance
elegance in form
you are the raging butterfly
cast out from your tribe

so save us from the wrought-iron castings
bring us safely to shore
for we are your children
and the sons and daughters of those gone before

judge us not in your high esteem
for here we walk the wire broken
you have found us in pieces
we have been shattered by your storm

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/10/12


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