The quintessence,
of that starry midnight,
lasted longer then the very last second,
therein incarnation of our embodiment.
The epitome of love’s madness,
from life to death, we have craved
the cycle’s tender intermission.
While we spiral out
unto the dark matter,
we find our only struggle is fear,
carrying burdens around,
as if they exist.
We mustn’t let dread prevail.
