things were perfect.

in my city
in the mountains
the hills run high
and the reservoirs
will sink you deep.
it was there that i found you
with your sow and your seed.
should've pulled you up to me
because now i need you
to meet me
in the city by the stream.

we'll rebuild the mountains
rehatch the eggs
relive the lives
of the yet unborn
we shall make anew
of all that was never done

slip into the valleys
to swim in the sea
in a steady forward moving motion
reclaiming what is
and what will not be.

now you ask
"who are we?"
Oh my love, for we
are the queen and king
of the city in the mountains
i once built in my sleep.

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