second of the Sun’s avowal
how will evermore avail us
in the vice of voided lovers
vying to profess one truth
for even now, through efflorescence
entropy exacts its fare
afire amid the hearth of sorrow
bidding earth and air adieu
in spiral stirrings
sold to silver
casting words
on withered morrows
heard and halved
unfolding onward
precious dirge
embrace me never
from afar
by stoic vigil
Max, or Not 
Powerful and Enigmatic. 🙂
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