Hindermost Apogee
As the years crawl on, then gaining
ever so much momentum,
the oceans shrink to seas, seas retreat
to lakes, lakes to dew;
a single drop remains, so fragile and
furtive, easily spent under
the scorching glare of the motherstar.
Yet, for the length of a melancholic
sigh, that dew tear burns
with incandescent fury that overshadows
the luminosity from
ultramundane worlds, wasted aeons ago
across diseased gulfs
and to dull, soulless eyes.
Her indelible thrall flits the accursed
reality of oblivion as she
enmeshes herself into the womb of our
unfolding fate to grow
into a pearl whither eternity and the
gods themselves must
gravitate.
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