Beneath The Heavens

All is silent

beneath the heavens:

even the harsh,

twisted voices that

claim my soul,

the bitter demons

which grabbed me

when I was a child.

In this silence,

in the slow procession

of stars and clouds,

I find myself

and am glad to shine

in silver and black.



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