Clouding the ways.

Meaningless titles rarely understand the whole.

Powerful gusts leave craters behind.

Hoping for a new entitlement.

But nothing stares back.

Just a gaping face.

Filled with the occlusion of light.

Haphazard in the descent.

Longing for non-exposure.

The void implodes.

Swirling brought it’s inner light.

Kissed the stars, but not by flight.

Just will.

Talk to me.

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