The sun saturates the sky
Baking the clouds to pure white
And everything after-
As they reach for relief,
For a break from divinity.
It's day, and the sun is as water:
Bottomless, ceaseless, and most oddly suspended
As we sift the timeless grooves
For a glance at any sacred truth withheld.
Everything gleams-
Rubble and flesh alike.
The briny heavens cradle tense breath,
And let loose their sighs like tiny anchors
Trailing the ocean floor:
One by slowly one.
And they weave themselves between the storms,
But beneath the shattered masses
Endless echoes are born
Free from the knowledge of distance.
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