We, are one of the same.
Our stories untold.
Running,
waiting,
for the skyfire to fall.

Our minds, and our cries
share the pain.
For we are no where at all...

but seek, a painting of the sun,
hold it bravely,
it will soon become
casimir in the dark,
and then, the skyfire,
..will fall apart.

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Per aspera ad astra