Sky God

 

 

I hold your face like

A handful of empty sky,

So cold, and so close.

 

Would I ever know

The man who, one day, will be

Taken by the wind?

 

And I pray, like a

Broken raincloud overhead

For you, and for us,

 

I beg with my hands,

Reaching loveless, absent air;

That steel sky empties.

 

 

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