clarion

and we will be at all places, the wild and sea, within prison walls, scorching in the deserts or winter nights; and we will be hallowed, at midnight hours, past and present and outside time, exhilarated, among ruins, in the silence of candles, as gardens on fire. we will be swarming and watching, evanescent, perpetual, taking forms known and unknown, alive, in the bloods, in the air, dwelling in sentient spaces; unbecoming, somnambulistic and sacrosanct to all beings

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