A half of me wakes up at night
Set to fly with midnight crows.
For the half awake, I wait asleep,
With one eye open; one eye closed.
With wings I wevae above the wind;
The birds surround my distant plight.
Their coos and caws contrast the dark
Attaining life for a lifeless flight.
A transparent figure, or as to me,
Took one last glimpse at a raging sea.
Like all things come to an end-
The half with wings became unfree.
We join abrupt, without a second
To see the sights some say they saw.
We -No, I- arise awake
Ripped awake by morning's claw.
And now my thoughts return to birds
Who get to see what no man knows.
I'd like to lie and fly asleep
With one eye open; one eye closed
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