silent skies

Max Meunier/Max or Not

Max or Not

take caution
on these trains
of thought

and mind

the ties
that bind you

a symmetry is set
upon the steel
that stretches onward

stars may stand
in static wrest

while life pans
the periphery

in parallax
the blur spans slowly

presence knows
no common ground

if we fail
to feed the fire

and tend the tinder’s vital hearth

such tenuous tears

will soon turn
from tenderness
to tempest ire

pay respect
and heed its urgency

for disembark looms nigh

in heaven’s eyes
we are all laymen

waving wayward stamens high

what irony
befalls this burden

e’er upon the twilit hours

man conducting
phantom pilots

than the silent skies

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