Opened worlds of iron forged wrought
Lips are dry, eyes blink hot
I tread in pack where slow is fought
There’s only wonder to fuel my plot
I reach the air that time has brought
I linger in days that I wish I caught
Instead of letting strength soothe my sought
And release all the chatter in my head I thought
Flying before letting go
Words only sound like you know
For it’s all the past you tow
Without it, would we ever grow?
My eyes weep silhouettes
My mind absorbs delicate
My body creeps in its fret
My world spins awkward pirouettes

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