3.03.11 – 8.14

color falls away from the horizon
as the sun recedes into the other sky
trapped in this house of windows and walls
all i see outside the glass
is another prison of shifting clouds and endless terrain

tears fall meaninglessly
from the liquid membrane
that coat my reddened eyes
too soon for gilded relief
we find sifted peace in his quieted passing

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