
Sanctuary Sky
A blanket of stars
A cute metaphor
Until you've experienced
A deeper darkness than most
The black of real isolation
And the comfort of a sky
That once was universal
But now lays largely forgotten
A blanket of stars
So thick with points of illumination
It implies a shared texture
Between and connecting
A warm softness that holds the universe
This is what clouds see
When they imagine a benevolent god
In whose image they are made
About the Creator
D351
trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps



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