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when crows fly

a poetical life

Month

September 2008

relax

I never felt comfortable
As the sun rises
As the moon stands
The book lays open
The pages are blank

I don’t have to know
As the world spins
As gravity pulls
The writing is not foretold
The words appear now

I never felt comfortable
Without knowing
Where I am going
I don’t have to know

i am sleeping

I can dream.
Forever dream.
The world spins.            I cannot see it but I feel it so.
The image warps.          Is it real?
 
Perfection.
A dream?
I am guilty.
 
Will someone help me?
Take me away.
I liked it.
 
Floating away into the distance.
The world stops.
Nothing ever existed.
Chosen by god.
 
I was crowned queen.
I have wrath.
I am sleeping.

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