At the edge of the universe,
Itched across the abyss,
The truth of creation lies,
Unseen, unspoken and unheard;
The horror of it all so glorious,
The fear of the incomprehensible,
Beyond morality and consciousness,
The truth lies, indifferent and vicious;
The pillars of creation scream eternal,
Our universe marchs to it's end,
The cosmos feels itself through me,
It knows the truth still I'll never know;
The warmth of our fading sun,
The light of our many dead stars,
The songs of the moon's affection,
Crashing on to our beaches;
That I know so dearly,
I see the horizon, dark and silent,
The infinite hunger to see beyond,
My body fails me but my mind reaches,
To see divinity, the answers to it all.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 12:04 PM UTC
At the edge of the universe,
Itched across the abyss,
The truth of creation lies,
Unseen, unspoken and unheard;
The horror of it all so glorious,
The fear of the incomprehensible,
Beyond morality and consciousness,
The truth lies, indifferent and vicious;
The pillars of creation scream eternal,
Our universe marchs to it's end,
The cosmos feels itself through me,
It knows the truth still I'll never know;
The warmth of our fading sun,
The light of our many dead stars,
The songs of the moon's affection,
Crashing on to our beaches;
That I know so dearly,
I see the horizon, dark and silent,
The infinite hunger to see beyond,
My body fails me but my mind reaches,
To see divinity, the answers to it all.
