I looked through a hole in the world
to the lands that lay near beyond.
I saw the salmon glow of clouds,
and what the soot and dust had spawned -
a mighty sunset at mid-day,
a world betrayed by tides and time,
no light to feed the greens or blues,
but a bold palette from sky grime.
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