Eyes to the sky
The sound fills our ears
And in the wake of its gradual lift,
This moment resonates
A taste of ill-fated destination,
For fear of the light we see
All but clarity to behold
So it goes
The night goes black
For fear of the light we see
Headed our way, never to arrive
Smoke without mirrors
Stubborn silence in the dark

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