Seance of the Sun

Pre-dawn specter

A shade against navy skies

Shapeless in the small hours

Soon the enemy will rise

Bright lights

Aural assaults

People wailing

Derail my train of thought

Stark contrast

Seance of the sun

Bound here, in a place I don’t belong

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