Dark suns burn black with tiredness, and I reach out to her cold night for an icy embrace...
I float in shadows as deep as the Mediterranean sea, and swallow her mass like a hungry child gasping for breath...
I found sight in the shallow light of the dark sun and gave her my hand...
We danced in the anxiety of a thousand black suns, and watched the atmosphere kiss the chaos that ignited when we fought for purpose...
It was in black calamity that she taught me peace...
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Patrick Santiago
Writing because I'm too poor to make movies. Working to change that!
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