I'm sick and I'm tired of all contradictions
I'm sick and I'm tired of laws based on fiction
I'm here and I'm hopeful though my heart is heavy
Ascension slow, steady, my Spirit is ready
My mind and my body are still catching up though,
Vining and budding and blooming in purples
Talk myself out circles, through phases, and cycles
Warming and cooling and forming like icicles...
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