A Space to Live

The rains fall
from eternal doors
above.

Behind them rests
a creature who
mourns for us.

Vast fields grow
in our sorrow.

Upon them we thrive
and feed them more.

Bursting fields,
We fight for you,
To spill on your dirt.

Endless views fill
with gaps
in darkening line.

The rains fall
from eternal doors
above.

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