Attempted Darkness

The tangible sky moves
like frozen sea water,
slow fog floating above wintered earth
like waves of black water.

Close your eyes and you will know
exactly what I mean
when I say
Death is a pleasure
unknown by
so many.

The dark morning sky
moves with
a promise of future,
sunlight and warmth.

Yet, as you well know,
I try to
avoid the light.

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