All she wanted was the god damn sky.
And, the god damn sky was black.
Tell, tell me...
what is it that is so wrong with that.
You think you'd want the crystal blue,
a wisp of cloud
a sunrise
candy coated
powder
enough to please the eye
orange, yellow, purple, blue
indigo, indigo, too.
Or maybe, just a shinning star,
a thousand
even one
a moon that sizes up the earth
waning into the clear.
Just a sliver left of light
enough to know you're here.
But, oh she'd take it now.
Dark and desolate
At least it has potential
somewhere out there
so vast
at least,
at least it does have that.
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