He thinks he knows me
Like a book he reads.

But God, must I feel
For the metaphors,
The magic, the depth
And the world between the lines
Left unseen...


-- Eleanor

a propitious
look hinge
as whether
marlin snug
hallow fecund
water depth
yet rotary
band that
circle their
nets as
wires that
web thier
dire nots
with odds
of winning
this perfect
marine harbor

Fallen to the rivers and valleys,
Hated by the depths of my sea,
Nurtured by the hands of many,
Killed by the thoughts inside me.

Dwelling in a golden chariot,
Riding to the highest of hills,
Thriving inside all but one,
Giving the one soul chills.

Dreaming to be in the hearts of all,
But running too fast to catch,
Bringing the perfect feeling to everyone,
But always seeming to forget.

Living inside everyone it sees,
Just always neglecting me.

My darkness has more depth
My shadows are much taller
My reflection is merely rippling sand.

I fall
and
f
a
l
l

d
e
e
p
e
r

into an

a        b    
     y
s          s

every time
till it
became
  
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