The clouds storm in to blacken me,
Darken me with thunder, muted
Lightning: one bolt consumes the sky.
When did night fall blood red,
Speckled with shifting oblivion
Closer? Uncomfortable proximity.
Morning dawns, a hidden sunshine
Frozen inside burning shivers,
Outside turning, beseeching the blizzard,
Twilight a blurred line, uneven
Burned in season, foreign dreams
Of summer melting into autumn.
Life will break one day slow,
Eating frost greedy and dripping
On the lifeless below.
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