Cold, cold space.
Frozen stars, galactic drift--automatica engaged
Fading Quasars and roiling X-Rays form twisted spirals
From the Sea of Tranqulity to far Centaurus
It goes on forever and ever.
Can everything change?
The waves, the trees, the sky
One day will go out of shape.
Those are the breaks--like promises made;
Contorted, unsorted, forgotten
Echoes from the past reverberate
Reminding us of commitments made
Promises...Weigh heavy upon forgotten brows
Gnarled like a black coal heart
We also forget those black coal hearts burn bright
It's night; it's cold and it's creeping in
These thoughts, These...feelings
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