Sandy Chen
The misery of the blue lantern on a cloud lit sky
And so, it goes through the passage of the slitted lid sky
Memories made, memories–washed ashore on barren sands
As they all brazenly turn westward true and permit sky
He reaches, falls and through and through and through and then… nothing
As we–each and every single one, chooses to omit sky
Ash Fallen stars with the gravity of the fallen sun
He, fix broken, frantic silver clacks thread knit sky
Flecks of gold, Wandering maiden in dress of linen white
She so bruised–soot marked covered dark against the pitted sky
Radom Courses of blue, turned red, turned black, turned dark, turned dim
I turned my back breaking light at the chosen unfit sky.
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