to the crestfallen gazeas i witness the nightengulf my moonmy sacred placei beheld in ashesand i turn into naughtbut shades of grey and bluesubmerged beneaththe lingering blemishesof what once wasa canopy to the starlit skyunraveling the threadsof my tapestryleaving me strandedwithin the clutch ofeclipsed sanity-shobhna.