There was a void
instead of the horizon.
There was a storm
in place of the sun.
The new sun
was a storm.
A black hole
with a cloud outline.
Handling the hail
we held on to hope
of better days coming.
There was a void
on that horizon.
There was ungular
damage to each sky.
The new end
to the new tremor.
A windless summer
in the breath.
Breathing in
ballistic barbs before
letting go of you.
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