This Must Be It

Feeling the sunshine crippling…
My heart just stops
And everything seems to follow suit
With a long pause.

I cherish the warmth of the sky.
Must be that it is here,
Must be moon is in a split,
A controlling desire to shift.

Screams seem to fill the void.
It just isn’t enough for us,
We need to see..
The deaf hung in a silent tree.

The houses fly above the sky,
And the ridge line is above knee high.

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