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Staring at
wind sharpened skies
and colour schemes
at odds with moving shadows
Spreading a gift of waste
returned to the earth
to mark territory
and a bold moment in time
Searching for
a safe environment
to reveal
overwhelming eruptions
of irrational thought
Slowly building a shield
towards eternity
so I can sleep better
knowing I tried
to see reality
for what it truly is