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Vacuum
eyes that sting under
a baleful sun whose
light is bent by
the azure blanket that
buries you with life.
The cries of despondence
are stolen away by
the will of natural
selection as the strengths
of what makes us
unique is your undoing.
The cold is numbing
lulling muscles to sleep
as if they were
never used for anything
beyond survival and lust.
Time is running short
so fill your burning
lungs with blackened fear
and face a liquid
prison of your dawn
as onlookers lose sight
of the mute one
who learned to speak
in circumstances most dire.
