Stars fall
against the murk
of the night sky,
a rain of fireflies,
dying in mid-flight,
hurtling,
heralding,
upon gentle heads blow,
cruel truths.
Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts.
Listen to the harmony,
that inaudible peal
(Ong)
that sets heavenly bodies to spin,
amidst everchanging kaleidoscopes
of the Void’s sacred geometries,
pulling,
tugging at Fate,
with the waxing
and waning
of single points of light.
Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts.
We,
the kings and queens
of planets and moons,
tread upon paths
of celestial dust
wishing, searching
to join hands in communion
with the witnesses
to our ignorant freefall into The Bottomless.
Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts.
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