Coraline, do not sit by the window
alone with the aurora and dreaming.
Run along outside and play with the snow
or come sit by the fireplace warming.
Listen to me now, my darling princess,
in those fickle folds of light you shall find
neither warmth nor delight, but the endless,
expiring wisps of an escapist mind.
Why those parallel beams begin to veer,
elegantly chasing the horizon;
elegy for the fallen,
and rising
lovingly to bridge, selfishly to veil,
each moment I breathe,
a new creation
ignites, and old reason is left burning.
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