HOW WILL WE REACH

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imagine

yourself

into skies that
paint themselves
with rippling
watercolors to
conceal their
endless darkness

into skies that
put up facades
and dams of
tears that rain
down upon
humanity on
the dark days

into skies of
midnight blue
and the starlit
whiskey of your
empty eyes

into skies that
hold ballrooms
of stars dressed
in sheets of lapis
lazuli gowns

into skies that
don't give a damn
because like the
gods they are
the epitome of
indifference and
cruel honesty
that bleaches
the world of its
forests with acid
and lightning
whips of
heartlessness