Illuminated only by breath
Seven dragonflies dance across the sky,
Each one a sin, and a virtue.
Make mine bold, glittering, aquamarine.
Bring nectar and ambrosia to the farewell feast.
Our days are numbered like the hairs on your head, or the
Diamonds that float across infinite waters.
In time, the world will float, too.
Endings are like that -
Dire and magnificent.
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