There’s a place we know we all must pass Through the liminal curtain between where grass grows And none flourish in such a way which goes to show A stirring of life here as we know it while the light glows still Across our skin, through our fur, in that promise that one day we will walk Tall across the line thin as thread and wide as a canyon spanning—Enough Talk. Enough talk now.
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