Fires
I smash the windows for ways to distract from
The cell of shattered saints. A ruptured rhapsody,
Of Wednesdays red with faith.
I crash the night with my heavy doubts.
I blaze the sky with an echo
The calling of yesterday and tomorrow collapsed.
The view is stretched in devout greens and futures unfathomed. .
I am waiting. I am patient to a fault and it flaws me, it floors me.
The weight of a heavy world, an indefatigable spectator.
A sunrise, the Northern world upon Valkyrie.
Letters of indulgence and selfless ambitions for selfish occasions.
Where tomorrow waits in blood-red devotion.
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