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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Mountains of aurora

Mountains of aurora, fountains of my deep
I salute thee, weeping, with unspeakable desire
The fledgling call Of rebirthed hearts
Carried breathlessly, winging away free

By celestial couriers, mesmerizing angels
Brightly glowing supernaturals, cast like die
Teller of tales, ecstatic dealer of runes
Sailing winds to prevailing destinies shore

Roaring far and away, preeminent tides
Gilded chariots, driving thunderous gods
Gatekeeper, the quick and artless king
Decides our fate under his guarding wing

In search of raw and formless lodestar
Gathering the power of dark autumn days
A renewed apostle's grasp for grandeur   
Pronouncement of exalted fate's virtue

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