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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