promise

mist slides
up my bones, and

a cool morning
hangs
in the hills.

dark wings pound
at the moistened air,
to welcome a
dozing
sun.

what dreams were lost
to the twilight moon?

what lusts lingered
long after a dawn that never came?

which hopes,
lofted to the heavens,
shall fall
to the mercy of small men?

eyes closed wise,
fire rises
again.

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