Thermostat

Peeling away the orange from a sunset,
A hypothetical to curing cancer;
Systematic ordinance prescribed
By the salted perimeters of time.

Your face shone with starlight,
At the pinnacle of your age;
Prescription of a gown.

And in solitude,
I am cast out.

I knock.

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