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Interregnum
Tomorrow's sky threatens
from vision's remote height,
broods over mind's geography,
steadily erodes confidence
in thoughts, once familiar, now lost
in perception's wasteland.
Destiny's hand is restrained,
as if mulling possibilities, memories,
minutiae of dreams' misplaced potential,
futile hope once offered callously
to a heart's desolation.
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