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My lungs opened

Embraced fully the blades only winter wind can throw

And, bled in excitement

Of the righteousness only feet on concrete can know

With pace increasing

The deepening of breath

The pluming of steam from mouth and nose

The life inside of legs

Begot the beat of heart

To rise and fall

To fill and flow out of

Chambers still half stone

I can feel the thaw inside

The river coming alive

Despite the falling snow

So, I will fight

Draw the weapon to life

And, let my heart express what

My mind, and pen, and paper could never clone

Now, brow drips

With sweat as the workload increases

As elements entice the effort

To ice back into the stone from which it was released

But, I refuse to allow it

To cower back from where it came

Or stave off more from coming

From the source

Beckoning for deluge

Of pure release

Of sure and full belief

That love entwines everything

Now, that mind, and pen, and paper have failed me

Heart, express their failings