Something Stirs

Something stirs yet not yet awakens

A great ripping of shredding reproach

Evolutionary dawn in the light of morning

But that I had wings

Something churns yet not yet heaves

A grand tumult of agitating disorder

Transformative revolution in the dark soul

But that I had wings

Something embeds yet not yet roots

An immense upheaval of placated ease

An altering pandemonium of brilliant radiance

But that I had wings

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