You reflect
and    
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                   R
                            I
           F
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                                                       i      ­   b
                                                               ­             a               o
                                                     With ariel  r                       ws  so wispy
                                                     almost spectral in nature


                  But shadows swirl in you as well,
                  darkness within light.
                  tiny little rainbows
                  scatter out of sight


Fill up the sky
with your flight
Up up up
don’t look back

                                    Up up up
                                    till the pressure
                                    makes you crack

Why do you get to care?
you weren’t there
when I was scared
when I was tired
when I screamed
or couldn’t move
So why do you get to be here now?
up on your horse
you don’t get to ride up
and offer your hand
while I’m in the mud.
maybe I don’t want saving,
maybe the mud is good, cool,
maybe I like the feeling
that I’m finally exactly what I accuse myself of being

How can tehy not hear him?
he cries every night
a mad smudgy cry
How can they not hear?'

How can thet not see
his poker face?
he's putting up emtions
to keep others displaced.
How can they not see?

He never stops his cry
even when you check
How can you be so blind?
How can you not react?

I'm sorry it's dramatized
because I am a poet
I'm sorry if I
bleed out my eyes
because I am a poet
I'm sorry if I
see winter in the summer sky
because I am a poet

you hunger,
you hunt and stalk.
sloth, loss, despair
you know it all.

but you want most
you lust after power and purpose.
you want and wait,
never doing.

you stalk,
never pouncing,
unless the prey moves to you
you are stagnant

yes, yes, my friend
you can wait,
and watch
you will always crave though
because you will never do

you are monotonoous,
but only from afar
you glimmer like a spark
and fall in graceful archs

you coat the logs and leaves
you sprinkle on the eaves
you fall together like a weave.
on my scarf you salt and pepper

you are a cruel predator
blinding confusing, you grab your prey
the maze create is flawless,
you are truly a deadly thing

you are snow.
you are a wolf in sheeps clothing

My momentum
sweeps me in an arch
I can almost touch the sky,
I can almost feel her again.
She is a butterfly,
passing, with her stained glass wings.
She is too far,
I’m plummeting
away, away from the sky,
down heels dragging
My wings are clipped,
with you just out of reach.