Standing there soaked on the rain fields
in the absolute vacuum of your absence
in endless maze
weightless, past days...
the fiery swirling twilight on water still as glass
it looked cool to the touch even at that hour as we entered
A dedication that ran gold reflections
to coal black inversions
emerged half remembering the consequence of your devotions
twirling in a soft shower of ash
but failing to find the bitter and subtle beauty of a world blown away
to feel the pale pulse of your haunt
to hear about her standing there
gone
standing there on our flooded roads
soaked to your beautiful bones on the rain fields
still, as somehow everything flows
in the absolute vacuum of your absence
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