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Lyra Scott Sep 11
when I fathom
the Empty Dark within me
I remember
the space
spread between stars

I remember
the beauty
in the rarity
of light

I remember the
Nothing
and the
Nowhere
of it all
and
all of Me

when I breathe
I remember
and I breathe
and remember
because

I am made from
Everything
and
Everywhere,
I say

I am made from
Stars
making
Stars

Love
making
Love

The Universe
is every
fiber of me

and
the Empty Dark without it is
the Empty Dark within

and when I fathom
the Emtpy Dark within me
I remember
the space
spread between stars
Lyra Scott Jun 7
I am afraid of living, she said.
I am afraid it will hurt me.

Good, he said.
It will.
The world is frightening.
You should be frightened, he said.
The world will hurt you, and it will be worth it.

I'm afraid I will deserve it, she said.
And I'm afraid, she said, that I won't.

Nonsense, he said.
Utterly.

The world will hurt you.
People will hurt you, he said.
And when they do it,
They will do it because they will.

Is that all? she said.

No, he said.
That's everything.
That's all of it, he said.

The world will hurt you.
And the world will love you, he said.
People will love you, he said.
And when they do it,
They will do it because they will.

You have not earned this.
You have not deserved this.
This is living, he said.

How do I stop it? she said.

You don't, he said

You live afraid.
And you live desperate.
And you live happy.
And you live.

I am afraid of that, she said.

I know, he said
You should be.
Lyra Scott Sep 2023
The sane say
Time is just the wake of the arrow as it flies
in the direction of increasing entropy.
In the order of chaos, we move outward
along the spiral until we can't hold on anymore.
And then we die.

The sane say
Life on Earth is a system of self-sustaining matter.
The carbon from the ooze that learns how to learn
That opens its eyes to sing in canon and
hold on tight to one another.

The sane say
The one begets the other.
Ashes to ashes / Dust to dust
The neutron star collapses and the eye turns to watch it explode.
And so the universe creates the instrument of its own destruction.
Order-makers in the chaos made.
Watchers in the dark.

Lift resists gravity. Drag resists ******.
Passion resists apathy.
And we all resist destruction.

The sane say
Smile.
The sane say
Dance.

The sane say it all pulls it all apart so
for life's sake,
hold on tighter.

The sane say,
Live.
Lyra Scott Oct 2019
The fire burns through darkest night of all
A slippery wisp to bring the dull to death
The wise will tread through cold to reach a breath
Men speak of souls entrapped in nights of fall
Repeat the silent pleads of sons of Gaul
Repelling beasts of night and fiends eldreth
Who poison minds with sights of heinous death
Returning husks of man with bodies mauled

The beast will weep a tear of solemn grief
Its hunger stilled but eyes on guiltless foe
A heartless master villain; killing thief
The man no more but still his life aglow
It lays his lifeless head on fallen leaf
And waits for heaven's seed to start to grow
I've never written a sonnet before and decided to write this on a whim for a dumb Halloween prompt. It came out way better than I expected.
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