GOOD IS GONE
The sun reached its zenith.
Our wings melted,
and we fell together
with the morning star.
Spilling through a trap-door
in the clouds
and grappling empty air
for the tree of pride.
We fall still.
Shivering in sin.
Clinging to the other
in unfaithful collaboration.
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