I feel the labored breath of the world
the unceasing battery
the shards of frigid breath
the dark, pregnant clouds that fill
the pallet of the sky
Gaian forces are besieging our hallowed, hollowed, bastions of culture
the persistent scraping of our walls
the pre-disposed prophecy of sand
life given over to the evergreen
the phoenix must burn
and that is the way
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC
I feel the labored breath of the world
the unceasing battery
the shards of frigid breath
the dark, pregnant clouds that fill
the pallet of the sky
Gaian forces are besieging our hallowed, hollowed, bastions of culture
the persistent scraping of our walls
the pre-disposed prophecy of sand
life given over to the evergreen
the phoenix must burn
and that is the way
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