There is a wall within the air,
Untouchable yet always there,
A wall I see with hidden eyes
That watch the long-forgotten skies
Take a step into the night
And spread your mind to spectral flight
But harken for the end of all
The ever looming, ceaseless wall
If only I could be unreal
Freed from the real
Snapped from the reel
Then all I am could freely soar
And in that wall would be a door.
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Poetry by Koray Birenheide
PoetryOn darkest days and in the night, with smothered skies and starry light, my feet will take me wand'ring far in search of a forgotten star.
