Deeply rooted and all encompassing,
I absorb the pain and joy in sycronicity.
I am the vortex in which darkness and light lock eyes-
the calm before the shift.
I am called upon to stabalize the grounds
that quake unnerved at their own demise.
I sing them fast asleep with the sound of
life's unfailing promise to push and pull.
Skeletal figures rise up to plea for restorance of vibrancy
and I ache to deliver each one back to its youthful form.
I sift the Earth tirelessly in efforts to free even those who
dig me a grave and thrill in my fatigue.
Souls once governing flesh and bones
now stand brittle before me in the aftermath of their defeat.
Their bones revealed as warm against my own;
malaise stares fail to frighten me and serve as no alarm.
Sorrow pools at my feet as they latch on like shackles
Who am I to refuse a sinner to save a saint?
All that I am breaks surface level; washed up ashore
at the hopeful prospect of bathing what is unclean.
And through their release I am bound no more.
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