the sacred and the profane

i am sound and vision smoking the ashes of my ancestors as the boats go by. broken in two and twice as strong i rise from creation’s depths, the place where dreams go to die or come true. mine has both. and by being both i am one. so i sit here and wait for you to pass, right where you said you wouldn’t meet me. where you said i shouldn’t go. i can take heartache, i can take death, but i cannot take another minute alone. i fall below and rise above the line that separates the sacred and the profane. i am both. and by being both i am none.

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