As nights of flight strait into heaven’s eye
I stare thee down, that look like, I
Your motions fluid and quick
But it is not you of whom I pick
The siege of fire and rage
Set upon this actor’s stage
Left to be the knowledgeable less
Between an unknown abyss
Help it but a word my mouth forms
Thy voice lost within a screaming dorm
And now, as always, I give up
So fast, so sudden, so abrupt
Thy vision returns to you
And above in all I do
Yet thy heart below
Lost where, I do not know
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