Threw the dark in the winter we fight with our will,
To return to our shadow, our quiet our still.
Fighting our nature to struggle for growth, when the night is so long and the earth calls us home.
No direction to grow in when the light is so low.
To rest, to reflect and then die into all.
The old and the new the in and the out.
The material and knowing.
In my heart there's no doubt that i belong in the earth now,
to sleep till our spring,
To battle my nature is no easy thing.
Lost in-between worlds, when being needs to rest......
The madness of growth when my earth knows what's best.
Bat Shit & Feathers
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