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This ashen curse cannot be Entropic verse; a has been No poetry can sustain My blithe acceptance of this vault I am no martyr of fallen sin Embrace the weight of atlas in My titan fornicates with heavens breath Beheaded in the clouds, we stoop so low To grovel in the muck in search of the genesis Of every fault line I could wake them all from slumber? Engage their Promethean brains Sacrifice futures intent to sate my loneliness Discuss the semiotics of each act The pantomime, the farce, the extinction event We might laugh and toast our victory We chewed the scenery, we made a meal of it Ladies Gentleman Gentlekin Hyperthermia Is but a pa**ing thing Please take comfort in The last living thing Invites you to This travesty Please take a seat Let us ruminate Engage those intellects Bridge the suspicions Behind our decisions Hands grace the gla** of cold coffin I tease histories out of icicles This person I do not even know Whose serenity is pleasing to me The irony of fear of life, and the abject fear of d**h The hex of consciousness deserves a moments breath To savour the warm resonance of memetic arrest To dwell in a single shard of our collective voice We have found a rhythm, and we find it in the strata below We accept this fiction, paradox of Schrödinger's theorem To have died and risen, and exist in oblivion Abeyance strides across a great expanse