From the window the sky empties to nothing
and the murder
Time tears a hole in existence to languish supinely in
On desolate shores sitting all alone my jewelled cup had
With raiment bedecked by the grey, cloudfilled sky and the
Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight
with its
Faceless, numberless days, grey isolation
Time featureless crushing hope
Intense
In possession of a celestial object the obtrusive fatigue lay
Lie in endless wait behind some cold shadow for a
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