I had a thought.

It is not

However, a feeling.

It's what you sought

To spot

In ways appealing.

I had a scheme

In a dream

Last night, I think.

But ripped, it seems

At the seams.

Deadened, my instinct.

I filtered out


Twenty something choices.

But stayed devout

And loud

-er than your voices.

The cries from my

Secluded sky

Soar places dead.

While I keep eye

And guide

Them back into my head...

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