where the void has
it's puppets...
the cartilage
of dead suns,
and the rumor of you
advances.
all the peculiar Rhombi
bedazzle the Waste
as long shadows
fold into crashing
waves of
noise... and split seams
mend your reflection
as you gather to yourself
the whole of Creation
to microscope the dot
above your
i.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
where the void has
it's puppets...
the cartilage
of dead suns,
and the rumor of you
advances.
all the peculiar Rhombi
bedazzle the Waste
as long shadows
fold into crashing
waves of
noise... and split seams
mend your reflection
as you gather to yourself
the whole of Creation
to microscope the dot
above your
i.
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