I've found the short end of the long pane of light
on the boards of my pale wooden floor
The blue in the sky is hopeful today
The sun shines yellow with warmth
My feet on the edge of bright reflection
My thoughts pondering the cross in the clouds
Stark white, straight, it hangs upside down
I creep precariously close to the ledge of light
Taking in the sky's inverted sacrifice
I wonder if it foreshadows my fall
Headlong into sight
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