Synonymous

The fire of my heart
Denies the desires of my freedom

The metal of my spirit
Answers the breath of bellows

What I can be
Has been determined by craft

Hands greater than I
Lessened by previous passing

The dream I cradle
The babe of paradox

I am the fall with joy
The ardour of the climb

They cannot see
Time and evil are perception

Through struggle
The King grants audience

My garments deserve
The fires of redemption

Through conquering
I am revealed

Giving up
Not always defeat

If the words existed
I would ponder their writing

It comes to me
Through denouncing definition

Understanding few
Horizons galaxies beyond

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