I have watched as night angels cry
And have felt ink being sewn into my soul on my skin.
I have wandered lost in a maze of whys, donts and neverminds,
And never found my way out…
I have been a vagabond of deserted dreams and
Pinned myself upon short stories craving twisted endings.
I have stared unblinkingly at my infinite smallness,
at blind nightmares that shift sear and scar their way to my bedside…
I have felt love and terrific sadness
Yet never have I felt such joy as when my words take flight into immortality.
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