The moon is frozen and dawn is emerging soon
Eyes glued to the sky, wondering if I’ll be able to sneak a peek at sunshine’s hot boom
But it wasn’t meant to be because it never showed from my perspective
an hourglass nailed to the table, the last trail of incense smoke fills my room
the time has come; the last gust of air inhaled from an open window
The curtains close
Hell hounds on my trail ready to growl, pounce, tear, and send me on a one way trip to an eternal brimstone fryer
Blinking tortured tears
But knowing the inevitable is much amusement
Will I return to my vessel?
Or make home in a new one?
So many options, so many possibilities,
after my return so many eyes made contact with me and you just did so I chose you!
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