Janus
The sky looks today like an old bone
not just gray but unearthed and burnt by long eons.
Yesterday was as fresh as a meadow daisy
it made every eye gleam
what happened?
Did the world grow tired of living with us
or am I weary of these see-through heavens
wrapped in a mare's tail of hades?
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