Solitude – truth in absence
A million light-years away...

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A barren abyss – broken
In pieces, flaking frozen)

Stewing, swirling, slow motion labyrinth constellation
I alone speak with the wobbling sun
It cries to me as it licks stars clean

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'But even though my fire has grown cold, its embers burn...
...My embers have the patience of piranhas.
In my renaissance, my tongues will be trees.
I will vomit thunder through teeth made of mountains.
So many tides have flushed my age away
And with it worn darkness to grey.”