All the stars awoke,
To carnage and dust,
And it its glare,
A gleaming blue,
Crystal coded lust;
Ink quick vastness spreads the border far,
Each a world unto itself,
Soul sparked in flame,
Each a single lonely star;
Even so this space is cold,
And in every aeon greater still,
Till nothing bar the space remains,
And thus the spheres are old.
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