Survival Poem by Ryan Tyger

Watch ing, waiting, my time on the bridge, myself only a second in this thread of endless moments.Sentry on the ramparts of the castles walled division, watched or captive I know not only myself I know, wretched saint of all, masked in confusion with a sight straight, but in dire straits. The thirty three the three the free the deep need to believe in more than the eye can see.Cosmic nebula, celestial enigma, more than a hand of flesh, man made into a single word, messed. God grant passage thru these blood tests, send the guardian into your home, I confess I am not alone, Watcher on the wall, watched by my own..man of the night watch, here I give my life.