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eyes ascend to the dead channel upon the screen

she said, "it's cloudy" - in the stasis of forbidden dreams

I’ve never seen the sunset, nor in this regard a shadow’s threat

can’t tell if this is artifice

but seems to be the nature for which we toil

murky feeling mimicry, spreads like disease

are we already below the soil?

what's there to honor in the crux of humanity

undress this grace, un-seed this sanctity

to spring forth from this reverie

she comes to me free of fancy

the jewel she holds razed to rot

splayed its marrow to unveil all is naught

and so, its repellent truth laid bare

behold the god-fearing mass in wide-eyed stare

there is clicking on the ground from endless teeth

amongst the gore and under weeping laurel wreath

in reverie, repeatedly

there's a certain permanence to the child in her

the fog wavers

a world unburdened by this grievous path

clawing one's way from nebulous emotion

twining her demeanor is an augmented chagrin

at the blooming murk and endless bray of time