when

when

uncertainty looms as certainty in the grey sky
of this clay dry
day
since you went your way

and sitting here
midst the depths of unclear
i don’t know
the show

with the remoteness that is no coming home
and the numbing tomb
of all the words said crass
cutting to the bone like lazy, shattered glass

bound here
till i disappear
in smoke
a fate to surely choke

still, the grey has beauty in
each fold of clouds, where sin
could likely drift away
just as you left that day

here
with every passing year
is dust
motes of all did trust

doubtlessly, the days of qualm must pass
and as the stars amass
your parts will whole again
the question merely when

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