Up within the truthful air,

we see,

we choose to be blind.

Vast swathe,

nimble direction,

cirrus circled

in hunched twilight.

A beginning

and a closing of the septic speech,

the fodder decrepit,

the value deplored.

Cassanovas,

star-crossed,

kiss deadly in the night

as etheric plasma rises,

bringing dead light to the land,

to heal the land

in decaying embrace.

To soothe the land

in its iced hand.

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Recanting the Sun was written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.