in all choice
that promises much
in sharing
lies waiting
that one oasis only
sky dwellers can know

in all times
and in all phases
lost in some
of misgiving prosody
neither sound nor safe

we approach
and then we retreat
frozen and indecisive
freedom collapsing

as in dreams
the day stretches on
and the night
break apart into the grief
we both watch and own

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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