Who made whom

Who made whom

Though I may never again blink

I hold the shadow of eternity

that ventures before it.

I am the story of flight,

The fleeting synergy

of existence

Erebus and phoebus

Lay nameless on my wing.

I was once a dream,

A Hidden sing-song

brushing wind-chimes

in the static vault

of your mind

a shy thing,

giving substance. Tapping warmth

from water, the porous law

of plural

I am not a mimic, nor strung

by the puppet, Thought

Part of me is still pink,

Beneath the tint of bronze

I am molten and raw-

My body, a story

forever being told











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