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Trickles And Torrents

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These things began in trickles
The age-long pinch in our features, the halts in our steps
Dealt by unequal hands, by vicious memories that wouldn’t be appeased
The gilded scars of our bygones, the broken horizons;

The age-long pinch in our features, the halts in our steps
Relentlessly stoked by the stifling tag ‘less’
The gilded scars of our bygones, the broken horizons
The treasures we couldn’t touch because we didn’t;

Relentlessly stoked by the stifling tag ‘less’
A Merciful stirring pierced through: bold, rare, glorious
The treasures we couldn’t touch because we didn’t
Slowly branded a calm, coaxed within us an awakening;

A Merciful stirring pierced through: bold, rare, glorious
Like fire blazing a formidable trail in our night
Slowly branded a calm, coaxed within us an awakening
Splashing life and beauty against a blanched, trembling hope;

Like fire blazing a formidable trail in our night
This zeal to arise and shake off the dust smolders
Splashing life and beauty against a blanched, trembling hope
They have always been there, ingrained in pools ebony and majestic;

This zeal to arise and shake off the dust smolders
A fresh refining desire, a fierce resolve to thrive
They have always been there, ingrained in pools ebony and majestic
These new things, too, begin in trickles;

A fresh refining desire, a fierce resolve to thrive
To possess enough love to lavish on us and on all
These new things, too, begin in trickles
But eventually, faithfully, they become torrents

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