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A growl so loud as to rattle the stars
A sigh as wide as all the constellations
A groan as deep as the universe

Slipping through the planes of existence
Searching for the uniting flame of reason
A taste for one indefinable thing.

As certain as death,
it will be known when found
And devoured with a veracity so fierce
The stars, moon and astral bodies inclined realign.

The return of light to the pit of darkness
The sated being returned to rightfulness
No half aching, no cracking of the soul
So intense the mind can not control.

The passionate fire that rages within,
Finally cooled to warmth and warming.
Oh what rapture to implode with the other
And rise as one destiny fulfilled but alas;

contellations still carry the sigh,
The wanting is still whetted,
the stars Are still guiding
and the moons sentry post Yields nothing
only constructs a counterfeit hope

As the divine expression burns and glows
Snapping and crackling the substitutes to cinders
As black as the darkness of spaces inbetween planes
It rises...

A growl so loud as to rattle the stars
A sigh as wide as all the constellations
A groan as deep as the universe

A hunger to last all ages of ages