November 22, 2010
The sky envelopes us
With an invisible cloak.
Heavy and light,
Dark, and bright.

It sets while it rises,
Is still while it moves.
Fierce and innocent
Straight, and bent.

The unseen flow carries us
While leaving us in our place
A harmful relief
To start the old world anew.

She darkens and booms,
To bring light and silence.
Limitly endless
And disturbingly serene.

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