Till dawn receives me,
Till I take the place of dreams.
I do what must be done to be.
But shall I surpass the weight of wings?
To keep semblance of a beat
Perhaps far beyond me?
That whence evade the guiles of lunar grasp,
I meet sunrise with breath.
In ease, the winds summon laughter
To proclaim as anthem that fate takes vessel.
Yet weak with strain, I pray,
“Find me gentle, and take me heartily.”
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