I can hear the billowing whispers
blowing past me,
through me
The soft kiss of trust is elusive
invisible
When I look up I see blue skies,
a blaze of dreams,
my future
So I look ahead
and gaze at now
Where no-one stands
no means of letting me down
plunging asunder
No gate
No key
Just a molten myth
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