I will shred your doubt scatter its black ivy coils that, free, you may dance. I will subsume your subconscious mind, that you may hear me in your sleep. I will cut anchors from your bound appendages that your wings may spread. I will place you on rivers, that surface tension carry you softly. You will build a fire in my eyes, that I may see your burning halo.

You're a pond lily covered in volcanic ash refusing to sink.

Be a drop of rain - among the storm, you are lost. You are felt alone.

I will shred your doubt scatter its black ivy coils that, free, you may dance. I will subsume your subconscious mind, that you may hear me in your sleep. I will cut anchors from your bound appendages that your wings may spread. I will place you on the river; surface tension will lift you softly. You will build a fire in my eyes, that I may see your burning halo.