time started with one enlightenment
further stanzas of developing, vacuum
in the passion of survival absent
superficial distractions prevail
youth in suspended animation
waiting for the pain of decay

the last city of embers stands
city of hope, one last world
held together by absorbable sutures
grandiose cris-cross stitch web
binding countless macro-microcosms
self contradictory madness

temporally there is a set history
black lungs, pale skin, aging morality
cosmetics to make us look like
led paint and baby powder
ghosts fly in the darkness
we will know when we die
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This is my voice, be it late at night on a Friday after far too many cigarettes.

I wrote this last night, though some of the material has come from far before then. Its a layout on how I have developed and my attempt to divine the future.