If she fastened down her tears with her eyelids closed
dazzled by the sun, the moon, a dream on the horizon,
would you be there when they open composed?
Made of starlight - would you be her Titan?
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Sire, do not swallow me? Instead, let me also rest in the Isles of the Blessed. And there wake sire beside your giant torso invitee Shielded and protected, in your heart I shall nest..very fine poem dear poet. thank you for ur great thoughts.. tony