Try to harness the river of gods
Spirits of the moors below:
Bear me
Spirits of the rushing winds:
Hear me
I offer my flesh,
to all who are hungry
I offer myeloblast,
to the thirsty
And may my bones,
nourish the ones suffering from cold
I offer my breath,
to bring the dying back to life
I leave my skin,
to those who are naked
I am clad,
in garments of space
For I am,
nothing
I am nothing
For I am,
clad in garments of space

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