I still stand in love and light,
Drop down the blinds,
That opens into the thorns and thistle.
I quietly let the demons walk out the door,
Cause we are more of something that we are meant for.
Chainsaw clenches down the limbs of trees and,
I stare at the dark-spotted sky.
The loose faucets and running sands,
The paper dreams,
The pellets of hail,
Cover the flowery patches of the backyard.
And I still stand in love and light.
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