Pray

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My dreams ruffle their golden feathers
whispering the dangers of the sun
if you waited for me at the top
I’d prayed you don’t fall in the Icarian

Rain and smoke enveloped our visages
blending veracity with pretense 
We could weave a hundred myths into 
the muslin of the gospel

How can the fish possibly understand
I grew gills to breathe in water
Look at how they flounder at the thought
Look at how they cower in the light

See my tentacles bind 
encroaching upon your coveted haven
where you bolted away your fears 
as if we don’t cry the same tears

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