entreat
you have entered my body
from the tips of my toes
to the last hair on my head
you have consumed me
we are burning brighter
than the supernova that made us
the waters above the earth
are flowing in my eyes
unstoppable magma fingers
consume the world
the vibrations of our hearts
the songs of the spheres
have consumed us
sparking scions of tomorrow
each with a seed of our truth
then
like a candle flickering in time’s night
although thought unquenchable
it will be quenched
alas returns to its haunt
a lone clock ticks
at the incongruity
of half a pendulum’s
stark frankness
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