An indigo dawn
Without sunlight or shade
Awakens me sleepless in terminals waiting
To bask in the glow
Of skies without borders
Of peaks beyond mountains
Of cascading jungles
And clarity coastlines
Stretching as far as the eye can perceive
Of the details to stories no one could believe
But write them I shall
As the misshapen-shifter
Of paradigm falcons
The ever-adrifter
The gifted and chosen
To roam with this pen
To be eagles and ravens
On ironclad dragons
Then perch atop cities
And gaze upon views
Of the world's yet to gain
And the self yet to lose
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
An indigo dawn
Without sunlight or shade
Awakens me sleepless in terminals waiting
To bask in the glow
Of skies without borders
Of peaks beyond mountains
Of cascading jungles
And clarity coastlines
Stretching as far as the eye can perceive
Of the details to stories no one could believe
But write them I shall
As the misshapen-shifter
Of paradigm falcons
The ever-adrifter
The gifted and chosen
To roam with this pen
To be eagles and ravens
On ironclad dragons
Then perch atop cities
And gaze upon views
Of the world's yet to gain
And the self yet to lose
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