Pillars of the Black Stars

We dance upon dissected earth

an endless horizon of slumbering stone

covering the infinate scope of life

i pause,  feel the wind's sigh of change

hear the distant voices, the singing from the abyss

awaken the stars

the vibrant glow, the incarnation of the ages

these spheres of atrophied idealism

their  astounding facts

their belated truths

layed naked and shadowed by death's grotesque circle

clouded flames spent

tossing, turning

shuddering strong.

Moonlight wreathes the dusted faces

we are their mirrored grasp

grown in the bile of darkness.

This is our only beauty .

[Preserve all, forget none.]

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