black hole sun
the enemy is always within
even in a house built on dreams
seemingly immune to bad news
never teetering on the edge
the enemy awakens out of thin air
like a ghost in the dark
nowhere to hide and nobody to haunt
the enemy is merely a reflection
of something long ago promising
where over the course of time
fades by way of a dying sun
may two thousand fifteen
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