I cannot see what
clockworks tick
but leave me full of
curiosity
in the fog of
discerning right from wrong
I merely know the
words spill from my pen
and uplift my soul
from the dark pit
deep and silent with
little reward
or expectation but
shall enhance loyalty
to those who have
spared me of woe
and secretly urge me
forward along my path
where I can heal the
frailty around me
once I am whole
within myself
and so I reach my
fingers at great length
to touch the unknown
and collect feathers
as they fall upon my
walk of dreams
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