It drifts
just within reach,
turning your awareness
into liquid chaos
that runs amok.
You want to
see everything
that doesn’t matter,
dissolving truth
into counterweights.
Your world
means no harm,
until you turn it
into what you want.
What you need
is from the thunder
that relights your voyage
for greater strength.
Your sun
dies in the earth,
drained of its light,
dead in the night
you welcome in
to beat back the song
of resolution.
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