Red
Born aloft on fire
from omens of death
the promise to escape
into the the new
golden wings and the slanting sun
rebirth of a the chance world
fountain of the One
drops of water fly
from elemental wetness
like diaphanous bats
driven by the thin line
obeying the original stars
to travel
to drive
through the waterfall of the sun
upward from the cave of released hunger
this mortal plane
place of darkness and choice and suffering
upward we grow
into the slanting silver light
upward into the buzz and the drop
of the mother world
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