We dance upon dissected earth
an endless horizon of slumbering stone
covering the infinate scope of life
i pause, feel the wind's sigh of change
hear the distant voices, the singing from the abyss
awaken the stars
the vibrant glow, the incarnation of the ages
these spheres of atrophied idealism
their astounding facts
their belated truths
layed naked and shadowed by death's grotesque circle
clouded flames spent
tossing, turning
shuddering strong.
Moonlight wreathes the dusted faces
we are their mirrored grasp
grown in the bile of darkness.
This is our only beauty .
[Preserve all, forget none.]