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I crash like a shipwreck into our catacombs.

I light myself ablaze for warmth.

Yet, it is not the same. It is not angry. It is not maddening. It is tender.

I look down, I am steering the boat.

Catacombs transform into sculptures of us;

forever etched in time as if they were a time capsule.

I have ventured mountain, I have ventured sea.

The prospect of your care lingers inside of me. Dare I say, a gentle candle flickering within my soul.

The rawness of our entanglement motivates me to twist and turn into the depths of the Universe. Your warmth motivates me greatly.

I turn over rock, I venture through hilltop, I keep myself afloat so that I do not drown whilst venturing throughout the seven seas.

Being careful not to tumble over myself upon grasping it,

With precision, I cradle the Earth in my very hands.

I trail my fingers along the mold of the Earth. I begin to cling to it, and the weight of it becomes heavy in my hands. It is malleable.