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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