Disappearing skies melt
Their hoard of clouds
Holding the life we know
The inner eyes carve
The disappearing skies
Like a sabre blessed with
Delicately sharpened edges
Turning pent up rain
Into a streak of light
Displaying gratitude
Wherever the feet go
There are many steps left
To enjoy in freedom
As the skies disappear
Mushrooming insights
Bring our eyes closer
To the distant stars
Of truth and permanence
Behind disappearing skies

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