Do not step forward too.
Study the iridescence of the sands beneath his silhouette.
Retrace your footsteps back to that
hazy mist you call home. Let those mists die
\screaming. And if you feel you must return, and
you'll feel you must return, bring nothing but the
air you'll breath. Go on a cloudless night. Listen
to the absence of his breath, chest still as stone.
The radiance of his once warm face speaks more
words than he ever would in life. Time and
gravity followed us here, our undying
companions. Over twin ice peaks of tectonic
glass, lost on the sea beneath its acrylic sky,
where are the constellations that guide me? I
edge into the sands that have never seen the
ocean, not like this one.
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