Seclusion has wrung out my voice

Enfolding me in bliss,

A waterline climbs

Winding up the stairs

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I was warned

As I slid under a pillar of smoke

The selfish haze billowing

From my isle in the stars

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Now I live strides ahead

Of the floodwater’s lash

Blinded by the veil

That once dulled my grief    

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Now solitude crumbles

On a sweltering rooftop,

In shackles of blue,

Narrowing by the hour