Like slashing rains the silent months elapse…
And all that seemed so solid and so static,
All our worlds have known the collapse,
And stars are fading and my verse is vatic.
You’re statuesque and deaf to me. The vast
Of solar seas is mixed with my dead ocean.
You’d break me. Yet I’ll hold on to the last,
My speechless cry will vanquish vain devotion…
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