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Sam Holmes

Fortitude flashes these days past my eyes, 
which I no longer have access to 
"Thus, those emperors who had but newly come to power, and were 
thereafter in need of special support, turned to soldiers rather 
than to the people." 
And I've seen a night 
Not sleeping the agitation forced me to internalize 
I don't believe that I can change people 
Move the alluring road in need of new smells 
And up when I reached the plain which is only true love 
I saw down into the city a great edge 
Rough and torn clouds overhead streamed down to the below 
And just as they reached the large towers they stopped 
This great break to a dark clear black sky 
All bathed in the orange whiteness and navy red 
A hook of shadow challenged the clear 
Forced its way into the north 
Into the purgatorial wind that burst forth onto me 
For a moment I stood between the torpid air of a stagnant south, 
and a cool burned sword of a wet north 
All this teased me into believing that in the oblivion before me, 
there was somehow firm ground 
I turned and ran back, raced away through black streets 
And found you for a second time that night 
Held to his truths 
What are you I ask myself 
The silent queen who walks to the market in her torn clothes 
The daughter of the elements who breaths the air forward 
The falling lifeless figment who high from the fire to the rocks 
The taken forest who returns the torn and used earth to its blankets for rest 
And what am I but a great burden on this strength 
Yet, I have a single gift 
That together we may never know pride 
And apart we may never seek lost lands