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Oct 26
What is forgotten
will be remembered .
What is eternal
will be found .

Flying through the aether
he felt himself
partially dissolve
into a
more fluid anatomical
structure .

Fibrous and
gelatinous ,
twisting arms of infinite
timelines ,
caress and soothe ,
delighting in the afterglow
of supernova .

When will chariots
bearing the children of
Prometheus
tear down Mahogany and
Doom ,
then sing madrigals over
their graves .

While across dimensions
and the stilling of entropy ,
pure thought streams
everlasting ,
rides majestic on crimson
waves of time .

He gazed at the sacred
bright crystals of Tomorrow .
Everything was
something else
and more than that besides .
Written by
Matthew Bright  Sydney Australia
(Sydney Australia)   
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