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I've been bottled longer than I can remember in recent times.
My core is cracked due to its thirsty and dry dry skin.
With enough moisture only to stay alive, it chooses careful movements.
Its watering oasis, its home, is further than its host can travel on foot without disrupting the ebb and flow of The Preparations.
Soon enough, this holy land will miraculously be a floating island hovering into the desert valley of Angels.
Until that promised day of miracle, the seldom visits must suffice.
This is a time near the end.
And the days have never been so dark.
Refreshed, I leave a heavenly realm to return to the dirt.
The earth of unpaved road ready to drink my grunt-earned sweat.
Ignoring the annoyance of fingernails stuffed with work, this core is beating and much alive.
These strides will count the most.
Heaving heavy burdens aside and into their place.
Sinews stretching out to the burning borders of a body's limit.
Caught in the movement, our goal in sight.
A universe unknown yet sure to be golden.
Will, the gravity carving my free-fall into the heart of my heart.
There's never been a more wondrous time.
Beautiful horizon, the hope you playfully hid from me is now mine and my pursuit is near its end.
Hope has become joy as I feel only the very beginning of your embrace.
At such distance, I am grateful. Still, you promise me so much more.
And for that, I am yours forever.
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