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I wasn’t born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight
no, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
so: enough of this terror
we deserve to know light
and grow evermore lighter and lighter
you would have seen me through
but I could not undo that desire
oh, desire…
from the top of the flight
of the wide, white stairs
through the rest of my life
do you wait for me there?
— Sawdust and Diamonds, Joanna Newsom
