Of deepest density and weakness. | |
You find a way, perfection, enlightenment. | |
The brawling river in you. | |
The golden lake is oh so close, almost arrived and shadows resolve. | |
See the flames, they lead you. | |
Step over dashing stones through thorny underwood to the brawling river in you. | |
No more whispering that narrows. | |
...darkness that binds. | |
...blindness that hurts. | |
...weakness that bleeds. |