These days I resemble
The vault of the sun
Obscured, in silver skies

Mirroring, the death of its arc
In the same faint shades of red
That spill into black

I lunge for the heavens
Again and again
All to burn off the veil
Of stagnating sorrow

Forevermore,
Seeking,
A breach,
In all the worry

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