The stars sing
You have to listen with your heart
We are siblings
Born of the same reality
We are entangled
Our fates entwined
Like calls to like.
There is this dark mirror
That does not reflect
The purity is void
Unrelenting emptiness
Hunger insatiate
What lies beyond the mirror
Maybe something terrible
What is more terrible
Than nothing at all.
The lord of wasps
Is venom and pain
Existing in the hinterlands
Of Mythos
No Atlas
Maps the curvature
Of conjoined worlds
Crafted from dream.
Kissing without touching
Ultimately blind unknowing
A contradiction at the heart
Of anomalous paths
Vagaries of perception
Forever unspooling.
Intersecting where the tangible
Devolves dissolves unwinds
Into intangible abstractions
Probably improbable possibilities
Capturing the instinctual imagination
A form of fantasia
The final resting place
Of infinite worlds scattered random
On an eternal baize
All that ever will be was
Once upon a future past.
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