an honest view
holds all the best lies
wounded like this
so far
from the hour
in irony,
the remains
of sunlight
refuse to leave
when all else
did
without asking
when the brightest corpse lost her wings
and they her
all buried in darker
soil of mind
lain down with each
other
beneath the field
to share
something of alone
while she shuts the door
to the sky,
it is not worthy











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