first world problems

there was a sky once that encountered us
dreaming
amidst the roar of the sea

bleached out in the sun we bathed
in dust
tugging
ever
at the sleeves of
an exhausted horizon

otherworldy
and simple

overwhelmed
by inertia

we sang working class hymns
to a landscape
ravaged

aglow with light pollution
we swore
our selves
to the future

asking only
for
paths
and stars

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