I lay here,
Where the air freezes.
Forgotten and forbidden,
I lay here,
As the breath in my skin ceases.
There once was a bubble
That housed the light,
A tinge of the wildflowers,
Bathed in celestial Celestite.
It had the voice of sky
That sparkled with dust once...
A reverie that the aurora witnessed
As the dragonflies chanced a dance.
The light stole the bubble's sheen,
Escaping into lands unaddressed...
Devoid of paths and grass,
In the blank banks,
The droplets never traced.
In those craving corners,
I lay bereft
Of existence and extinction,
Every breath measuring their heft.
In weary words and silent shrieks
That dreamt of dreary doom,
A stalk or straw - none in sight...
But the ghosts of tears did loom.
And as all that never was glooms,
I lay here, still...
Awaiting a beacon in the blazing blooms.
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