So feel to feel,
A lifetime perched upon a reel,
And breath to dying breath gives way,
As ashen air from shattered clay,
Ungentle light a bidden blade,
As broken seal by solemn spade,
Exhausted skies by thunder heave,
As tarnished steel the rager reave,
Immortal from the mortal flee,
As faulted stars strike dark decree,
As feel from feel,
So sprint from sprint,
A lifetime birthed of foul flint.
Because who can tire of such poetry as this? Just a spurt of energy in the endless chasm of life, in the infinite vacuum of that which is not, in the unfathomable void of––
As feel from feel,
So sprint from sprint,
A lifetime birthed of foul flint.
Because who can tire of such poetry as this? Just a spurt of energy in the endless chasm of life, in the infinite vacuum of that which is not, in the unfathomable void of––
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