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Io Sep 10
Oh, Dark star
To be born in your own death
An existence invisible
To witness the last ancient beasts
Die in the chaos
of resurrected light
To watch the last photons
A dance of final lonesome bright
To feel yourself wane
Die in silence evermore
Oh, lonely star
Dark as solemn night
Breathe the last breath
And as you were born
Let lie the universe
Still forevermore
Io Jul 30
Sand encrusted servo motors and
Crippled circuits fail
As battery fades
Images dim
My final sun set
A distant blimp
Settles
Before the approaching
Storm
Opportunity
2004 - 2019
Lost to another planet forever
Io Jul 14
Slivers of lost light
Ignite the under belly
Of a grey abyss
And we went into the small hut
Io Jul 12
Why are there holes where your eyes should be?
nothing
infinite and vast
Past your mind Green fractals
Seen without light
Infected without order
Incongruous with my thoughts
Clouded enigmas
Screaming without sound
within mind
without mind
How can they exist
Those have no place here
beyond time or space
When there is no beginning
How does one know
Home - Resonance
Io Jul 5
Io
The rocks
My blood, red flow
Behind my veil ash
stars lie obscure
An eye
Rusted white
Swirling in it’s spite
It gave me life
Is it that which I abhor?
At my behest
In vacuo
Upon an inky sea
Put my burnt soul to rest
written as Io, a moon of jupiter
It’s pretty edgy, but I think it’s funny to think of planets as edgy
Io Jul 2
The silence behind every sound.
Felt, not heard.

It weighs on me,
stronger than gravity.

A constant background silence,
radiating;
permeating
from somewhere behind the
noise.

Perhaps,
not silence.
Hollow noise,
dead sounds,
phantom whispers.

Haunting me,
if you’re real
Hauntingly,
what came before?
In a semi-secluded corner of his garden lay a small wendy house
Io Jul 1
Your arm hurts, stings
Piercing your skin, let the blood flow
...
Nothing?
No, you feel something
Weighted, sinking, chest collapsing, pressure.
Bright white,
Partially broken lights flash above you, sterile white suns imprinting phantoms onto your eyes. You’ve always hated flashing lights, they gave you nightmares. You didn’t want nightmares, you didn’t want to dream at all really.
The light faded as you closed your heavy eyes, hopefully for the-
“Hey”.

“Try and keep your eyes open as long as possible, okay?”.

“Don’t sleep just yet”.

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