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I know

the sky well;

the one I wrought

fares always,

without a star to witness,

well.

..drift closer.

Meaning not a thing.

Our values flow here.

Truth

a world wonders why

it is pursued.

Densely confined.

Lost path sought after;

vile ways conformed.

Frozen, thawed, and shed.

Quake in sleep.

Dream awakening and above

the infected sky.

They declare I've taught

others wise beyond

my years.

Where life ends, they still

grow like mold.