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An Impossibility in Ascension

Dreams materialize
Amidst these green curtains of sleep
They are my shepherd
Ready to lead me astray

When I wake, I forget the day
And her portals of despondency
That pin me down
A butterfly to the eyes of stars

I still feel newly born
After all these cold years
Wandering with the great unwashed
Iíve tried to escape my own bright eyes
Far too open and wide for my bitter tastes
But Iím once again and always run aground
In the quick sands of time

My shepherd is there though
And he grins to tell me of these things
That one can only behold
In the lofty breadth of sleep
Intangible pleasures just out of touch
Impossible to reach with my wings pinned down




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The following comments are for "An Impossibilty in Ascension"
by Virtex

good
POetry is the voice of the soal.

( Posted by: Anowara [Member] On: September 25, 2005 )





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