Retreat into their orbed lair
Like the apple invaded by those worms
In my garden
The giant orb of warm
Slowly sank down into the liquid pastures
As if they were to answer Poseidon's yearning
For company down below the reign of solid
As the last vestige of light disappeared
So did my gaze return
And I looked away from another sunset
And the world was mundane for now.
- Anusha Jain
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