As if I were being connected to string,
thrown into life,
and mindlessly seamed
I'd glide with chance and freight.
But if I should be sewn
by your amber brights
and feathered voice
I'd glide with swift and might.
If you should dance,
I will sway.
If you should rise,
I will glide.
If you should fall,
I will crumble.
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