tinted sky echoes

flickering light projected

onto damage into submission

the sun doesn’t shine

the moon

has an ache

an emptiness

the world becomes elusive

sand to sand
eventually dust to dust
innuendo
seeks me
wanting me
existence
of darkest hour
shivers

squeezed through


essence

this time
perished

pass into darkness

relentless
until resurrected
elevated
the tinted sky echoes opaque

listen
to me…

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