A trace of something golden
Lingers
As a silver wind throws up
It's shimmering particles
Yellow wisps of sand
Pinpricks of light
With no numbers to their
Names
Fall, diamond dust
Blue stars against the dark
Settles, an angelic carpet
Pure, clean, white, unblemished
Impossible
White shadows rolling
Out a malevolent clarity
Burgeoning red, seeping
Into
Every crack, every fibre
Of being, and spilling forth
Of joy
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