across the horizon
of a familiar, dieing sky
The sun bleeds
A deep red wound
into the trembling earth
Sunken underneath
a rotting tree
I breathe
with urgency,
then exhale into the wind
growing thick and heavy
My thoughts of you
wrapped around me
Catch flight ascending
Into the decadent air
with no remorse
And I, with eyes
dilated and dry
am waiting for the dark
because I can not remember light
before the artificial
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