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Quiet kingfisher,
Limpid, seething river
Boiling, bursting, brimming storm,
Cold, proper to the norm.
Fill me with sweet ecstasy,
Squeeze bile from scarred, dying liver.
Take so much and yet be giver.

Wings you have so that you may
Take to the air, fly away.
Why must I be so alone,
Free and yet so forlorn.
These ties that bind so strong,
The divine right, feel so wrong.

Quiet kingfisher,
Limpid seething river
Lost, my first true lover,
Lost forever…