Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

what am I? (9 Jan 2008)

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what am I
but the centre of my universe
a radiant illusion

of night time needing light
of secrets needing to be spilled
on shadows seeking home

of howling into my story
and walking into ruins
ignoring sleep

what am I
but someone awake in the dark
recognising how delirious I am

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