sleepy
looking at the sky –
before the fire
the crescent moon
fell into the ocean
to the windy howls of night -
a hopeless lantern
a wandering orb
longitudinally waned
transiting with gravity -
warning bells burdened
our surrounding faces
to lost and unbelonging -
so peregrinated
by the reaching sea -
black smoke
blots out the sky
where once we dreamed -
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