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I have given up the word
No more veiled pretense

Oh, the word
Suffocating and meager

And I’m trying to keep
Breathing in heat
Recount the untold

Notion and belief
A Doubted way
Vague outcome

Evolving term
And regrettable measure

The angle will drift
Meaning will heave
Into a wider frame

Of woe

Dwell within the warm curves
- Imperial father figure -
Of woe

Unthinkable, in range, field
Widened out by breathing

Enraging vibration
Of a petrified motif
Given the tone
Given the rhythm
Of woe

My heart
Will carry on
Pondering on the world
The unhidden beauty and
The dark grey heavy air

Οpen the doors
Anything may befall
Be humble and grateful
Humble and grateful

Migratory Birds

I remember
The day I heard

“The raindrops you feel
Are not for real
Neither rainbows are”

And then I broke into a thousand migratory birds

On the ocean
On newfound grounds
On the heady breeze

The firmament!
- Purple
- Fiery red

I’m heading there where, what I’ve been told, can be undone

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