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    • Oraios
    • "Morning without you is a dwindled dawn." -E. Dickinson


    The wind rolls in along with the tide
    pitch black is what lies ahead
    with not even the starry night to shed some light
    into the night I go,

    Daring and quick do I leap into the blackness
    like a child with curiosity
    with two hands I hold my innocence down this dangerous way
    I leap boldly to my dying day,

    The sand quivers beneath my bare feet
    the wind roars with excitement
    as I overcome each black mass that crosses my path
    I do not stray,

    The blinding light is in my sight
    I pick up my speed and resist the restlessness
    I am in arms reach to my eternal peace
    but then what do I see,

    Behold a midnight rose
    so rare with beauty the sweet aroma surrounds me
    My senses run amok
    and I lose sight of my blinding light,

    I am lost within the waves looking up at my midnight sky
    my two hands as empty as the sky above
    no starry night, no midnight rose, not even a name
    as I step foot into the endless black night.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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