oh god, split the sky into spilling light
(I am made for day-break)
and make steady these waters
(because I am a ship in the dark)
but if I wander too much
(make something sure out of me)
god, but I am unsteady
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
