altitude we hold
flying through the black curtian
concussive debris of gossip and shame
riding that height being blasted by fame

shards of sunlight on the hull
the burning stars of others
cliniging in the black fall
the spiral in flames

tinderworlds
await the touch
thatch and shale
beyone the measure
of a pail

wearied not broken
the burden the blame
reduce the will
too shambles with flames

and in the carpet longing
of domestic measure
wake up screaming
the price of the treasure
eyes bleached with its
distance of targets
forgotten emotions
like goods in a market

Love becomes a wounded
creature
finding in the midst the most
of the valuable features
that survive intact
the reason and might
make facing sunset
and sleep
a workable
site

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