Willing Wings To Cherish by Timothy Dougherty
Apocalyptic tales our stories like a beast it bites,so benighnant eyes of flickering candles in gray minds kisses the heart and dies
The job of anyone burnt out like clouds in the silent heaven the chains lengthens behind it drags on the life the substance of child at play
The trees that stag's antlers are the same that fixed the stars they are altered there values to silver and dust to truths so perfect
The souls of men like the walls of great seas live like creatures in walls of pain The upcast wing of the souls of light uplifting stony peak
The souls startled into astonishment deprive themselves forever and forever are assumed to last as our illustration of proof so briefly
We who are assembly have the sentiments for the rest not the foregoing of the wall of time now constituted but memory to compare the moments
There was a wall of digression one of the outcast the outset of time to state our inquiry that moment or notion so solemn assured within us
In the walls we are not deceived our interest are things as they may our moments bearing and attempting to the point of question of being
Opinion like hunger being persuaded by special matters speaking to our minds holding the hands no one can say speaking but inviations bidden
the wall has openings and possibilities deserves the stones for admittings and here arise no further to wings emotions pass over head
The words willing come form the walls from my own experiences . I can at least say, the willing wings to cherish the hope and promise
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