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[far_clear_day]

i eschew shimmering personas
with sparks entangled in hair
them i avoid for they might recognize
in my eye the prisoner reflection
of fragmented sky
adorned by window frame bars
in confines of skyscrapers
that wound my heavens deep breaches wide
weeping cascade conceals my actions swell
alas Fata Morgana kindred sees through
it takes mirage to catch me empty handed
smuggling dreams by bleeding scratchs
in blue.