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I can’t sleep.

Twilight fingertips reaching for the glacier,

Hoping to stroke the motionless.

Never seeing, never breathing -

No signs that you were ever here.

The clock beats, ushering in

That forgotten epoch of our history:

A place that was ours, where

The blind children we were still sing.

We were too grand for confinement,

And as we drape our shrouds over

A candle well-worn, remember me well,

And listen to me speak:

You were greater than this beast; the agony.

You were the scripture on my bones;

Beauty within the weak.

Like crazy, those stars in my mind collide,

And I miss you, I miss you,

More than you ever believed, or knew.

My bitterness soaks through, and resentment

Chimes in tune, but the hidden notes scream that, yes,

I still love you.

Ash now on my tongue, that fractured supernova alight

Burns me in my bed, as my skin ignites.

This subversion of happier times is no way to die, no -

No way to die.