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I am a sentinel Poet of stone Sitting apart Sitting alone. I do not twinkle No star made of glass I do not think About things of the past. I'm no wooden flute Played with feeling and ease. My breathing on earth Has long ago ceased. I'm no longer able   To hear, nor to talk But when I move   YOU WILL HEAR ME WALK. I'm not man or woman I'm not boy or girl. I no longer see   With the eyes of this world. I cannot touch And I cannot feel. But I can exist   I assure you I'm real. I am an island a massive stone head. An ossified remnant   Of the long-ago dead. I haunt the gravestones They draw me. They lure. I am so like them I will endure. Yes, I'm a stone angel Your flowers I see, But I cannot smell them For I cannot breathe. Yes, those stone markers A metaphor be. Those silent stones Are actually ME. Soul Survivor
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
Poet of Stone
I am a sentinel Poet of stone Sitting apart Sitting alone. I do not twinkle No star made of glass I do not think About things of the past. I'm no wooden flute Played with feeling and ease. My breathing on earth Has long ago ceased. I'm no longer able   To hear, nor to talk But when I move   YOU WILL HEAR ME WALK. I'm not man or woman I'm not boy or girl. I no longer see   With the eyes of this world. I cannot touch And I cannot feel. But I can exist   I assure you I'm real. I am an island a massive stone head. An ossified remnant   Of the long-ago dead. I haunt the gravestones They draw me. They lure. I am so like them I will endure. Yes, I'm a stone angel Your flowers I see, But I cannot smell them For I cannot breathe. Yes, those stone markers A metaphor be. Those silent stones Are actually ME. Soul Survivor
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
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