recycle

(the gravity of silence between the spoken words
contest our merit to be all but breathing)

dead lungs
chaos
i incite fire
descends
pray to water
in
sacrifice earth
tears
speak blood
the
hear the sunset
fire
taste the moon rise
above
drink the night
weeps
breathe the dead
for
and in each pagan rise
watch the bones of our past ignite
you
rapture incandescent
and
spirits burning bright
to match the stars
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