I destroy the gold house
inside my soul—
the nova of light on
gold archway, gold mantle,
gold walls. The last bits of
real places that once shined.
l thought, forever
in the aura of sun-
shine on once
gold rooftop, gold windows,
gold doors. Look in,
search and see, find: black gold
steeped in the dark
burned down to ash of
gold wood, gold grass
the once gold streets, gold hills
all around my dead sun.
This dead sun will never rise, rise
and shine its light
to my gold soul.
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