soon the stars will die, and we'll share the blight; as the sky begins to fall. 🌩 all is as it should be, void, absent an involuntarily empty🖤 End, final, fin to recourse back to the beginning endlessly wishing for completion. A rain falls to the Earth, then snow followed by the light of infinite stars baptizing it in life giving recognition while killing them ever so slowly time stops... ✨️ Fix me World, fantoms of glistening waters, domain of pilloried bone an ashes, while escaping divine punishments living for those whom know nothing. 👁 We are strangers, in a realm of other strangers, manufacturing strangers to our own strangeness. 🖤