As Dreams Made Of Air Poem by David Whalen

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I am but insanity…kindled fair
A madness, a sadness
A soul stripped bare
A forlorn sod, forsaken by God
As absent of substance
As dreams wrought of air

I have from emptiness come
Of darkness begotten
Scion of a sire, dark and dire…
I am but the essence forgotten
The unwanted presence
The sharp sear to the skin
From the fire

I am but Heaven and Hell
In an unholy mix
Most unsightly enlightenment
Of such unlikely pair
I am magic made tragic
By soul fooling tricks
I am but insanity
…kindled fair…
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