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Ignis Fatuus

Maud The Moth

Mouth full of mud, of weeds and growth
Dead animal bones, cracking under your soles
Run girl run, where unkept secrets glow

Behind the gates crawl
For the paths you follow are cruel and dark
Coughing hooded boys open their jaws
The cold digs in our chest
And makes us shine again
Below the waves, below the waves

For the green fire that turns our feet
To swallows, floats around us and blossoms
Lotuses root our pain and choices
Freedom burns us, freedom leads us
Freedom sings in many voices
One of them is pure and effortless

At the other side
All is glowing, overripe
All is silent, clear and bright
Mouth full of mud