A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Eve
Lap through what remains of the moon-touched water
Darling
Atrophy came to the branches with the setting of the sun
Maggots, kept in hunger and isolation for untold centuries
But the fruit of knowledge persisted
A forbidden gem, breaching the leafy canopy
To starlight
And if it is a cursed thing to climb
Then straddle that vacuus chasm with me
Life, perdition
The Father above anticipating our glories and failures
Till we become dreams in the minds of our descendants
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