I am a living totem
Goliath of my craft
Lord among romantics
Peasant to the rest
Tempest in my hands
Constant torrents of black ink
Dark clouds stain my mind
Stray drops stain my skin
Tapestry Man, abstract sight to behold
Shifting lines, blots taking on new forms
I am constancy
I am a rock in raging seas
Predictability of endless chaos
Ships splinter against me
I am the sea
The vessel
The survivor in the deep
Reaching out for the same rock
Thoughtless savior
Bits of flotsam in my teeth
Spring beyond the pane
A lost day revisited
Looking back
Picture shifting in a frame
Spring beyond the pane
The same old piece of glass
Limited
Fringed with wood and nails
Worlds hang out of view
Between forms
Suspended state
Hidden from the sun
Chrysalis
Who knows what I’ll become?
Static, yet something stirs inside
Evolving, searching with new eyes
Breach the light
Seek change, and new horizons
Look inside, I’m sure that’s where you’ll find them
Grande view
Lonely perspective
Raptor on its’ perch
Strange outlook
Aimless in its’ search
Observation
Taking note, but never wing
Flightless one
Pray, come to me
See my feathers, see my eyes
See my talons set to rest, razor beak dulled by time
Remind yourself, age takes pity on no earthly living thing
Neither beast nor man, or anything between
Isolation in my nature
The world is catching up
Turns out being stuck at home isn’t very fun
For years I’ve said as much
I’m not on vacation
Some days I need a cane to walk
Twenty eight and fading fast
Body breaking down
Mind ever lasts
Casting light on deepest suffering
Crushed by the reality that it will stop at nothing
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