Foment in the Firmament
There is a stirring above the stillness,
a slow‑brewed unrest
braiding itself into the blue.
Cloud‑veins thicken,
their edges bruised with light,
and the air tastes of iron and distance.
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Foment in the Firmament
There is a stirring above the stillness,
a slow‑brewed unrest
braiding itself into the blue.
Cloud‑veins thicken,
their edges bruised with light,
and the air tastes of iron and distance.
......