How long it took to make him

My secret self and I

To stabilise and raise him

That he might touch his sky

Then watching as he made the world

In image of his days gone by

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The jewelled world was wonderful

For secret self and me

So far removed from vulnerable

Was where we went to be

But jewel is as dual does

And splits the him from truly free

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This freedom loathes the static

In secret self and me

It’s life is found erratic

Where beating heart learns just to be

Among the streams, beneath the boughs

Of life’s eternal tree

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No longer is there room

For secret self – the we

The summer sun is bright

And overhead we see

Its song is keyed to one alone

And so my secret self has flown

Urging not-so-secret I to seek and find the key

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