a skyfull of pire

[cacian]

above the skies
shimmers a light
it whistles whites
red plums and kites
and sings of rites
of another psych
simply to strike
a music might

above the skies
there sits a light
amongst the bright
rivers of heights
it quivers and blights
almost entire
a nightful mire
into a blast
image of fire
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