tender steps through gilded doors shakey words delivered from an honest throat soft missteps of the tongue show heart proudly sung hymns echo in the chambers
awaiting sweet letters to fill eager ears nerves rattling knocking, tired bones tending to paper gardens and rhetorical traps resentment resting in aching muscles
heavenly, hopeful phrases repeated on loop: deliver me from fate, deliver me from fate, allow heavy steps into a new destiny, deliver me to fate, deliver me to fate
may a jovial goddess kiss the egoic spark may she free her child from their rotting cage together, in hand, flying towards the zenithed sun, having planted abundant seeds to sprout great fruits
