On The Brink

the ghosts of stars in his arms

face to face with extinction

the more he sees the less he knows

no longer a pillar of creation

now lost in the comatorium

endless cycles behind closed eyes

stretched atoms and repeated patterns

everything ravaged

everything burned

missing pieces in the figure 8 turned inside out

dark energy

exploding in the labyrinth of his mind

nebulas raging through veins

the wheels of heaven

spinning again and again and again

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