To Be Human

Into the crevice Of oceans miles deep Child of the extinct Tread your way over To the clutter of streams Seeker of the light Enduring the edge From falling years ahead Of feathers bound within Twisted branches Of hues Into the belly Of tempest’s allure Reaper of dreams Soak me into the paint Pave the draft way To my escape Hunter of clouds Leaning off children’s walls Delve among the color Strap into the sanity Of their annihilation Tinted inhumanity Along with their impel Color me closed Among all us Pretty shades of hell.

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