My raining sun
you cry to flood
Away my conflicting soul and will

My hemispheres contract
Baring tumorous ideals

Nebulae, iridescent skies
False truths and hopeful lies
Ties to buy my future back
To stop the fuel on which it flies

Wise men sit upon stone chairs
Breathing in prophetic airs
Prayer induces alacrity
That helps produce forgotten heirs

Hemispheres collide
Under ultra-violet skies
With acid rain for daffodils
And a knack for chasing fairytales

Clash and burn all pleasantry
Torn cloud-pages of ink and smog

Blackened spectral rainbow-bright
Kites fly passed turbulant night
Lost thoughts and silver balloons
Into an ocean of wishes and sparkles
And glimmers of hope
From dreamers alike
Until they close their windows at night
And dream

Hemispheres are nothingness
Barren landscape of heated touch

Inside and out of a tubular craft
Compiling airspace into pacts
Controlled elapse of time and cheer

My raining sun
You cry to flood
A world of forgotten felicity
And blew away cloud nine

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