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Apart my wings you tore...

What will be my fate?
Speak! Whoever you might be.
So desperately I yearned to fly,
But apart my wings you tore.
Why do you desire my flesh and blood?

Why now must I live?
Truly it is better up there…To swim across sky… Answer! Whoever you might be.

Tiredness takes rule,
To sleepiness my body yields.
So many things I had time for,
So many things I could have done,
But apart my wings you tore.

A thousand fires blaze inside my head.
A half hour is all that’s left – If I only knew for what.
Maybe they will notice us,
And out of curiosity,
The doors will open to those rooms,
Where seals are placed on memories.

This is an introductory poem used in my novel "Division Clock".
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