what you seek
Lost in the sky
in the sky aloft and terrified
infected with lust
thrown by winds
Proximal infernus
not a tree or building to hold onto
No net to secure yourself into
dragged by whim untamed desire
burning an arduous fever
an incantation repeating
sparking and inflaming
in your eye as you seek
lost in these keen skies
that used to be locked into heaven
no they float away connected to nothing
rolling and drifting kept dry by the sun
kept wet by your tears
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