Heaven’s Tears

Every gust of crisp wind,

Every crack in the skin,

Every fissure in the crust,

Every whisper to the heavens,

Every gaze up to the clouds,

Every seeded grain,

Set upon a single question,

The only question,

The oldest question:

How long until?

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