And I was born to tame the waves,
Lathe the smiles with my teeth,
Cut the shame out of dignity.
Never before had I seen the life,
Carved the different from the queer,
Crunched the vanity out of fear.
Then I fell from the cloud,
Drift to the ground like snow,
Settled down but disallowed,
The fragile grass to grow.
And I was born to tie them off,
Knock the sense out of reason,
Temper the ground with my steps.
Never before had I seen the hope,
The shine before the eyes,
Distil the truth out from the lies.
Then I fell from the cloud,
Drift to the ground like snow,
Settled down but disallowed,
The fragile grass to grow.
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PoetryA collection of my poetry, read it if you'd like.
