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To Sleep With Eagles

My slumber is blessed;

Two carved Eagles rest
& stand guard

Against

Hosts
Of
Ghosts:

They were purchased
By my father.

He said I would soar again
Further & Farther -

In the manner
Of a

Great golden

Eagle -

As I close my eyes
& closed eyes become skies�

Give me that instrument
For all my lament

That obscurity implies -
Never ever cried by these

Eyes�

Give me an adagio
Matrix of slipstreams, sent to

Indigo�

I will perform the
Aerials

&

Marvels�

Of

The

Seemingly suicidal.