A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Wait for Me
Consider my slow approach
The pads in my paws keep me silent
Even in the realm of thought, but you
Considered me a noise, an abstract trial to be redeemed from
Transcendental aftermath of a crazed god
There was smoke, fire, then more silence
And we ended our words in the staggering multitude of pipes and screams
Drowning out the truth of the quiet, the life elixir
-Love thyself and thy neighbor
Wait for me
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