There’s clouds

I spoke to,

yelled at

cried under


and stars I


the worst of me

bouncing prayers

off the space



and under moons

where useless

silver threads

failed to drown

out the blood

of my sins


as my eyes

suffered sight

to see a

way through


to the middle

where silence divides

the lines of tides


releasing me

to reach the outside



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