Dying out of the window

As the focus drains,
The blood red berries,
Pregnant with death,
Flood the green sky,
And liquify the sound
Of that one moment
Where everything is lost,
Throw into the relief of knowledge,
All that was not admitted,
And swell with their acute color
The final shudders of denial

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