The horizon swirls as tea leaves
Where a future may be drawn
Under softer stars and sweet seas
Greeting a lime-scented dawn
My window plays at Delphi
It frames each tempest sky
The sun a spotlight, it helps me
Wonder, with terrible age, why
I ache when the morning light shines
And curse my heavy bones
Unwelcome is this flesh of mine
In my borrowed, accidental home
I am an ill-trained aeromancer
For the firmament defies decryption
To a profoundly silent dancer
Locked in half-starved submission
For once I reach, silhouetted,
Touching the cobalt air
The wind sings with sparks, wetted
By what I missed seeing there.
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