We left the earth scorched
Our dancing footprints, charred.
A nod to the cold sunset,
A kneel to the heat of the moon.
The depth and breadth of you,
Unfathomable odyssey.
No more intrepid vista
A shiny new shackle on the earth.
So; the ash flies high
It blackens my face and hands.
My back to the flare of sunrise
Close the curtain on the moon.
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