Hunger wells and pales in canvas
Vacant of your cunning geometry,
I stand by the window
Awaiting, trusting you return
You're back before you left it seems
In-trance enshrined our truce
Dark halo above
Galaxy like falling confetti
Swell and spew you elusive truths
I walk from here to the gate
My feet don't move, the vision shapes
Brush strokes follow
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