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Universe Creation

Stars are gone,

As are the gods,

Pale shades of 

What once was.

The has-beens

Of the cosmos,

Their legacies etched 

Forever into the

Fabric of space,

But struck from

The tapestries of

Time and sky,

Burned into ash

From the morning

Sun's light upon

Break of dawn.

Blind eyes strain

Past the veil

Hanging, lying there

Upon our faces,

Hands too small,

Grasping at it's

Mysteries, to feel

The icy chill

Of it's touch.

The mind, however

Is more powerful

Than any god,

Wilder than any

Expanse of the universe.

For within, we 

Create our own.