we are all blind
on wide awake eyes
we are the suns
that cannot see what
we lighted
we close in
those who have not
committed the crimes
we imagined
we are those who live
in the darkness
of our mid-noons
we are here
waiting for deliverance
we spin
around an orbit
that arrives
at no specific
destination
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