Unsettled, the skies weep
With darkened eyes, clouded
The sun, continues to sleep
Masked, hidden, shrouded

By haze and smoke that lingers
Though flames, nowhere, can be seen
The air, so thick, through my fingers
I am lost in an unending dream

Floating endlessly, eyes unaware
There are others who journey, too
Each of us spaced, obsidian glare
No chance for our sight to renew

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