A darkness gathers over my broken shoulders. A black tattered cloak made of tired ravens. I am weakened by their weight. I will not fail them in this sleep escape.My will demands I hold steady ’til the dawn. Dreaming God’s whispers, the secret words, and readying for flight. At the rise, they disembark into the lighted day. Bearing the crossing of heaven to earth.

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