A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Beginning of Endings
When we fall
We fall without a word
Asteroids dropping white flecks of paints on the blacktop sky
A crematorium that scales beyond the weight of a thousand mortal bodies
Because things change and they change quickly
The Dinosaurs and the titans knew that
Give me wings to fly like the angels who stayed afloat
During the dragon’s abyssal flood
So I can dream of security
A holy stagnation
Where end meets end like the worldwide serpent
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Friend request
Phone number
Core memory forgotten
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