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Feather & Hail
Tim Cantor, 2019
Roughened are the waters that seek my cherished skies
Each sky, each tide, each plea to be alive
Wishes feed my moments, my hungers to survive
Strive, strive, til death I am alive
Balanced in the air, midlife cloaks my limbs
My past, my fate, my inner rage within
Hopes have passed and been, yet hope still wraps my skin
Like limbo as my veil, I soar here in between
The waves, the swells, the deep green cold citrine
The gold, the clouds, more eager is my dream
The sea, the green, it temptly closes in - fear flecks the other side
Blinded by my likeness, I mock this mortal dive
Vanquished by my thirst, my thirst for fate defied
The stars I have foreseen, old age in passioned stride
I soar here in between, ambition soaks my hide
Each sky, each tide, my hungers to survive
Strive, strive, til death I am alive