O hollow Saints!
The sky that you strive
Runs away from your fingertips
Higher and higher into the rising moon.
Dig the stories that unfold in the stars
They narrate the past lives of Saints
Who have reached the sky
And watched as it opened into
A metropolis of mourning
A Mecca of meandering minds...
You chased away the sun
As you reached for the sky
Our light
Our warmth
Our state of mind
Where is it now?
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