going beyond
eating of the clear hearts
spark chewing the blues in moon
school in service with every breath
the wanderer in these pupils
swaggers like high noon
paying dues with death.
all the whispers in the whistling
soft wind that sails and tucks
listened to the whales sing
while i danced with tail stings,
lady luck, and icarus wings.
winter comes to warn and warm
little storms of chaos keep us
for lost is found -
its ground beseech us.
were the cost a pound of flesh
how far to scar the mark?
remembering light is brighter
when brought into the dark.
riddles come to story
the myths within the makers,
our glory revolved in dawn
dreams spilled out like breakers
all wakers gone beyond.
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