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Starry Eyes
They sought sanctuary but heaven was not there.
I suppose they imagined themselves as humans walking through new air.
Here comes another season of high shadows and those deathly pale.
Against the glass the colors magnify through the slow beads of precipitation.
Can rain hold channels leading to the external world we seek?
Like echoes through sun filled skyscrapers intersecting.
The piercing tiredness did emanate forth.
They played with death and the subtle measures of retractable outlets.
White and grazing to the evening they continued pacing until dew.
Through the cracks of walls they engaged an evaluation.
At morning sunlight the overcast inverted cutting into the glow.
All the love on the coldest night, the loneliest glare.
Look up at the north star.
