We stand in a field of black grass
Beneath a sky as if lit on fire
The cosmos engulfs all
Beneath a sky as if lit on fire
The cosmos engulfs all
Your throat is ablaze
With unspokens
Hoping
With unspokens
Hoping
Constellations in disarray
Each star a supernova
Each demise paramount
Each star a supernova
Each demise paramount
Yet the world is unfazed
Amidst this ruin
We stand in quietude
Amidst this ruin
We stand in quietude
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6th October 2014.
Apparently some people do read my poems. This is for you (as always) and for these strangers.
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