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threading myself through the dark river of night
golden eyes glowing freedom threading myself the tunnel of air soothes the dark wind's caress the occasional grass's parting whisper to a needle's point of silence threading myself through the dark river of night blood churns through my veins SO alive threading myself the damp of surrounding wetness seeps the silence fills me and then creeps the void that is never emptied the thrill that is ever present here I'm threading myself through the dark river of night muscles tightened, tensed then relaxed evening's swiftness moves to dawn like glass so I thread myself until the yawing screech of day then pad on and put myself away one-pawed keeping out the light before my golden eyes til once again I am threading myself through the darkness padding into another journey through the long river of night. LEGAL Copyright June 22, 2014 1;11PM PST AND FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE Meloo STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD/ AND ALSO FOR THIS Author Melissa A .Howells All Rights/Ideas are the Property and are Reserved/Copyrighted by This Author Copyright site: Tilt-a-World RE-EDITED 3:12PM JANUARY 18 2022 FOR CLARITY AND EFFECT. THANK YOU FOR READING OF COURSE THIS POEM IS FROM ANOTHER'S POINT OF VIEW OTHER THAN MY OWN AND I'M DONG MY BEST TO IMAGINE IT "yaw" referring to a wide open mouth... and "yawing" being an invented word by myself/Melissa A Howells Vote for this poem |
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