My eyes are crystal;
scraping against the howling wind;
it moves and speaks to me
about the tree angels,
the tree angels
that will grant me wings
to fly
above the screeching ocean
that opens its mouth wide
to swallow me up;
to pull me down deeper
and deeper
into oblivion.















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"Oh let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air"
~ Keats, "To Hope"
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~I am a poet~
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~I am a poet~
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~I am a poet~
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~I am a poet~
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(i need more grace than i thought.)
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~I am a poet~