The absence of light
Branches out
Like streams made of shadows
Carving valleys into the landscape
Alluvial fans forever fixed behind warmth
Hidden from the sun
From its own creator
And as fire dives beneath the surface of the horizon
Streams converge into rivers bleeding into an ocean of darkness
Fathoms of infinity floating high above
Only to evaporate
By a deluge of blue sky
A mirage of cerulean
Painted by a morning star
Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2017
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