it rises
surrounding us,
enveloping us,
as if lifeless,
careless –
it's only desire for the world
is to make us all choke
whether it be losing loved ones
whom have been enveloped,
or for the surrounding
sensation of ourselves
but no matter how it's
looked upon
it's merely a metaphor of
death:
rising all around us,
until it replaces the sky
with its dark entity.
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