Misty Tears
The hot rays
of the sun
thread themselves around the surface of the
rock
The scorpion
underneath
holds its breath, incognito
Vapors
rising in agony
reach for the skies
Shouting
with might un-ending
desiring an outcome void of destiny
The blue
agama sits on the rock
contemplating the night
His color a
mismatch to the ground
bold he stands out
The cool
breeze
skies void of light
Silent is
the scorpion
holding its breath
The moon
rising,
misty tears in the sky
An omen to what has been
and what is to come
To rise
again
in a new day
Not to what
has ended
but to what has begun
He dips his
fingers in the night
Not a drop of the sun remains in sight
Bloodless
veins
flowing with dry blood
What was
is, and to be
The scorpion
takes a breath
and then silence
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