leaden sinew
***Ode to Doors
From bearing wastelands to a place in hope
From daring days into my space in scope
O' doors are saviors from the noises near
No storms will razor on my voices dear
A portal for my peace and quiet thoughts
Primordial war cry feast in silent fraught
I am enslaved, my days' on shrouded bogs
I can't escape, away from clouded clogs
An entrance to my dreams, a door to calm
Ascendant blue sky beams in course to balm
The waves within the deep pacific ocean
My cravings in my sleep's specific motion
No source of pressure tampers in with light.
O' doors, a treasured member in these nights.***
stone tundra
ocean kestrel
stark halo
lament sparrow
flint herald
dense quartz
sturdy beacon
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