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Ash yield omniscience as clouds obscure

Fountains from their palms

Foreboding giants

What of the ones who put out their eyes?

Are they granted semblance of sight?

Beseeching, bless us as well

Burrowed beneath the watchful gaze

A name lost in detritus

Cradling a cratered head cast down in resignation

It spoke to us, once

There’s a solace in insight

Blanketed in supposition

Fractal outgrowths obscure

Bound together in the fall

Eyes implanted along the inner

Cry for blessings unattained

I, a penitent petitioning

My curdled husk, frozen, remains

Spiral through paths unending

Howl to callous ears

Conjure remnants fading

A sliver appears