Falling Sky



Your issues have vision.
They speak deeply
Textured lines flow and change
They break into pieces
Cascade down like pain
Droplets beating gentle fields.

The sky is still intact.
The Sun leaves every night
It returns on cue tomorrow
But tonight it’s dark.
Moonlight would cast your shadows
But they twist like their source

The crisis at hand stands
Chicken little expresses your fears.
The sky is not falling
Your vision is collapsing instead
Heaven yields not to imagery.
It begs you use someone else’s name

I stand back to watch.
Passion play runs late tonight.
The shadows are the players.
thoughts crash and burn.
The relics of the past are stage hands
But your visions have issues too


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