Hope burning heart,
Bones clamping tight,
Holding, binding, trapping,
The fear of loss,
greater than grief itself,
The fear of chaos,
Mutes the music,
deadens the beat,
Inside it fades,
Dying notes flatten and sink,
Squeezed of all life,
Dimming spark,
Down,
Down,
falling,
Captive hope evaporating,
In the dark the dog barks,
A familiar sound,
Echoing in the hole,
where hope once lived,
The hope that died because it could not dance,
Because it was not thrown into the chaos,
To spin and leap,
To weave new moves,
To trace fresh paths,
To make wild shapes,
To cast and lead rebirth,
Hope does not fear the dance,
Hope does not fear the chaos.
Hope cannot be bound.
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