my keys,

Full rivers on the empty tide of silence, 

Restless gohsts with slivers up the spine, 

All from the full trains of tought, 

Is where I yet need to catch the wave, 

Roll on to the beach where I get teached, 

To get back up in the misty marvel, 

Of challenging tides and warm waters, 

To fill the water of my eyes, 

With relentless storms bouldering with the thunder that once was my words my vision, 

First step is trial error and repetition, 

But Damn Where Are My keys! 

Author's Note

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