The Ides

I'm questioning what's been testing me

Might be my best years have bested me

And what most call prime

For me, was decline

And I'm just now recovering

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I fell apart during the middle of the month

On the fifteenth day my roots came up

And so the ides in spring

Caused themselves to cling

To every chamber left beating

Even in the depths of our bones

We can feel effects of the ides we've faced alone

Through long nights and changing tides we wonder

If we're even worth healing now

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And so I

I grit my teeth with the solstice grind

Cling like a leaf to a drying vine

And I hope for the time

That I can shake the ides and be up and on with it

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I can hear the voice as it's calling out

From the waking hours in the darkness now

And I can't be sure, but outside my door I think I hear Martha crying

Even in the depths of our bones

We can feel effects of the ides we face alone

Through long nights and changing tides we wonder

If we're even worth healing now

Even if Christ's hand touched us all

Wouldn't we remain to be creatures of the fall?

Insomuch that he was touched

Lazarus got old and died and he's buried now

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