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sleeping eyes - open

look beyond

reality's pale dream

may you find what has

always been your strength -

the fire which negates

fear

soar high, soar, raven

clad in black,

messenger of growth

plant the seeds of doubt into this soul

your beak is now a sword

which rips the sky to bring

life

pour out as cold black rain

soak down the earth's white womb

cry me out - pure and grey

I've returned

reaching for your hand

amid the thickest fog

the glowing sky is merely but a dream

unless we pay respect to our innermost grief