Sunny with a chance of Anarchy.

Summer’s light brings with it isolation

Into the fuming forest of boiling decibels,

Hearing angles sharper than forecast symbols

For the foremost fight is a savior’s reflected resemblance,

Rejecting in longer days

And curtailed moss ridden darkness

Those eagle eyed statements of proclaimed eminence,

That ferment into relics of sediment.

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