Under the Broken Ceiling

Emerald.
Dark the ceiling. 
Old, beyond eyes reach.
It’s fractures glow,
A blinding light.
Thrown carelessly
Down. Shattering. 
On pale smiles.
Grateful whispers.
Of those.
Who know.

When.
To look

Up.

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