Proteus

You are, to me, already a wraith,
for time cannot hold you — your spirit
proves vaster;
kin to the world-wind, you are half-gone,
borne along a solitude no visibility
could plunder.


Krystle Eilen is a poet currently attending university. Her work has appeared in Eunoia Review, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, The Argyle Literary Magazine, BlazeVOX, Poetry Life and Times, and ZiN Daily, among others. In her free time, she enjoys reading and making art.

Krystle Eilen

Krystle Eilen is a poet currently attending university. Her work has appeared in Eunoia Review, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, The Argyle Literary Magazine, BlazeVOX, Poetry Life and Times, and ZiN Daily, among others. In her free time, she enjoys reading and making art.

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