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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Cry Sanctuary! In the dusk between dawns I diminish; escape
To the sheltering arms of the ancient plunging cascade.
There I embrace the effervescient whispers
As serene streams caress me.
I am wound tight, evolving chrysalis.
I change what I am.
Inviolate marble figurine
Carven, sculpted through mallet and pound.
On the road to unreal never,
I seek solace in the ossuary of abandoned souls
Whose cries echo across the collective myriad;
Whose voices, effectively silenced, seep from home.
In the dark between dusks I soar
Skyclad, beyond all mortal reaches
Seeking sanctuary in white cleansing fire.
Thus I am reborn each dawn
though putty molded, scratched with broken fingernail etchings:
Once more clear-eyed to face smug visages.
In the dawns between dusks I mimic life
Step by step I perform the dance
Twirling into pirouettes of pretty child pretendings
Creating word patterns over blue-black tapestries
Entwined in an armor of deception designed
More to mortar, than to secure the easily breached.
For once again come moontide to stone I turn:
Venus unarmed at the mercy of he who molds flesh.
I flee to dreams from nightmare realities
And descend pliant into cradled bliss,
As mystic melodies mask mewling cries
I breath water essence; replenish blood.
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