at horizon’s last dance
i clench the sun
with unfettered wings
in waning stance
no great rush to touch the void
too much ado adjoining burns
with such a choice subject to learn
each yearn shall find its voice in turn
in ethereal parade
cluttering the sky
the dreams and fears
of pilgrimages forlorn collide
whispers of elpis ride the night
betwixt petals and diamonds
as a coronation of jewels take flight
even when asleep
our lips be pursed
we’ll tell a tale bereft of verse

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