All I’ve died

All I’ve died opens at the top 
All I’ve wit the inner crow says go untie knots 
Field the virtue of your dreams 
Then call back all that’s been cropped 
Put back together one diamond from knots mentally blocked while internally tiding we rocked 
My climbs bottom after shock 
Routes from what’s fell to rest Bottoms until waking up 
 Proofs what dreams do come guide by reading light tucked inside 
Lost until rescued from a forever sleeping fall until dive 
 Sleeps curse until mental recessions revived 
every dream equal the days we close eyes and divide
 dualities cutting edge up and down yet always side by side  
seen as one there’s no labels inside seen as all there’s no place to hide 

free from all shackles when we face admittance pure 
 No lies so who we are after seeking then piecing who we were