The wind changes.
The sun bleeds through my eyes.
The warmth of orbiting flame,
Licks veins,
Glowing in cerebral illusion.
And this day,
Like any other,
Seems to falter.
Wavering between the seen,
And unseen.
All the spirit and soul,
Of humanity,
Pours down in sheet rain.
And sodden,
I wait.
For what?
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