failing into an unworthy ethereal

life wisps by endlessly surreal

floating here or flying there

no point now having to care

a tuft of sparkles burdened fall

leaving behind a ghost of gall

enduring forever completely alone

bearing unimaginable grief atone

glitter disturbs what’s actually seen

flutters from the past shift between

darkness, shadows, or glorious light

rub against the anguished twilight

wafting whispers torture the air

a draught of smoke curling unaware

flying here or floating there

existing eternally in ethereal despair


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