We plant our feet
On the solid ground
We take root and grow
Entrust our seeds
To the sacred womb
Of the Mother-to-All
We’ve lost our fear
To gravity
Crackles now appear
On the surface that
We once stood upon
The higher we’ve climbed
The harder we’ll fall
When the abyss will be open wide
Bottomless pit engulfing all
Peaks and crests will come trampling down
All hope plunging into the hole
Crushed beneath the remains
Lays the corpse of our goals
Corners me in its veins
Tears of fertility fall
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