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The black ravens
Stand on my head
With sharp beaks
The overmind seeks
For my neurons
Tearing them apart
I can see the flood
And they make it -
Change it within

I scratch my skin
In the bright forest
The twisting trees
From my knees
Grow with speed
And the ghosts
Around me plead
For more energy

They drink the juice
Of my hearth
And they dance
And grin secretly
In me perfectly
Hidden from the world
Behind the leaves
And my soul feels

All my emotions
She reads them
And feeds them
And the black birds die
They become a pile
Of melted snow
They cry and glow
And become a space

In light's embrace
I fly vibrating
In storm of suns
In her sharp glance