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I know the way

I know the stages

know the phases

know the signs


I cross the rivers

sweat the circles

speak the warnings

wrought in iron


I call the moon

and the moon 

she calls me


one for the feeders

for the lilting

for the tired


two for the turncoats

for the anger 

of the mired


I drag the tide

and the tide

drags me


three for the lovers

for the killers

for the liars


four oh the stealers

all the seers

and their trials

by fire


I bare the sea

and the sea

bears me

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