brightness of your rising

i make cruel devotions

to strangers

like kings to the brightness

of your rising

and the frothy seas

that once stood still

i’m a sunken flame

dying in the paleness

my salvation rains

over a blackened night

tethered by the somber ones

golden in their wanderings

stars turned scars

weeping for the loved ones

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