the tragic moaning of the dying sun
echoed by the whisper of your yearning howl.
the frightened beauty of the blackened skies
lightening the lustre of your hungered eyes.

the savage anger of the wakening light
stormed by the roar of your maddening quiet.
the accepted plainness of the whitened skies
darkening the brightness of your quenched eyes.

just chores.

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