In these walls something talks to me,
whispering untold stories of the North,
urging me to trace the universe and bring it forth,
so that I may fill the page with the hues of my soul.
I feel whole, as these beings speak to me in riddles,
inquiries I decipher easily, and express through words.
They lift me on their wings, transform heart to bird,
and make me a god over my own world.
Friday, November 13, 2009
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