flash

orange days weigh on my shoulders

while time marches nimbly on

been years since i have felt

my heart beating prosodically

I have a hiraeth on me

for a gentle life in the sun

my hands are blistered

from 10 years of disappointment

Many hearts did I fell in ritual madness

Reaching for light while digging my well

I’ve found neither groundwater nor zenith

In the catacombs beneath my cell

A trembling arrow has forgotten how to fly

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