I Went to the Sky and Back

It's more red than liberated blood.

The Sun and Moon were of the same

Heavenly flesh.

Cut from each other,

weathered lovers

sewn together,

but ripped apart by the Red

Sky’s envy.

They walked hot coal clouds,

barefoot and bare-hearted.

The Sky is a lonely Hell.

You can ask anyone

who has been there,

but no one knows more

than the wives of broken 

skies, who loved with silk

atmospheres for centuries.

That was before people came and built

The Sky—built to burn.

Envy is not green.

It’s more red than

liberated blood.

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