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The safe haven upon the canopy,
Rested itself on top of the hill.
Clouds blooming behind it's silhouette,
The Sun's laughter eased to a smile.

This was the turning point for humanity,
Gold softly colored the heavens.
Greed had finally found another home-
Refreshing and relieving, we have yet to die for it still.

Covered in shade, I stood away,
Watching the latest of days fall into space.

There was a ticking sound changing tone,
Increasing it's volume to my questioned thoughts.
It's trails of echos,
Spoke with images while I stood confused.
The hands once held,
The energy no longer circulating within me,
Echoed into my ears like perpetual water drops to a sink half full.
Relentlessly and undeniably I began to crave
Once more.

I selfishly conquered the hill,
Escaping the shade until the holy aside rose from behind.
"Relieve me" I spoke aloud, to an etheral trial.
And without a second, I heard no more,
Saught no more,
In this world.
My mind floated away,
Catching a wind of a newer conciousness-
With my greed satisfied, I craved no more
In this world upon his canopy.