The sky is partitioned
One bright with light,
The other dark as night
and still,...
she advances.
Not yet roiling, quiet and still, but for the breeze.
The feel of menace, tension,
but we are safe in the light,
in the sun.
and still,...
she advances.
Close no, ever closer,
holding the quiet promise of chaos to her blackened breast,
But we must be safe, there is light.
and still,...
she advances.















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