These skies,
Void of completeness,
A hollowness without expression…
Its captivity possesses no brightness…
Meaning the stars are empty,
Expressionless existences of energy
That fails to prevail over the colorless sky…
This home is no different…
Negated grass lines
Under underdeveloped vegetal greens
With famished roots…
The abyss is not emptiness,
But, rather contains it…
It nourishes the vacated image of the know
Although no true presence is invalid…
Legitimate agreement bona fide with self-preservation…
The destination…
Colorless.
Once suitable for beauty,
Its compelling and defenseless nature
Raw at the heels of nature…
The feature,
Officially barren.

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