What to do with this love in disarray?
This precious little thing lost in the wild
Its monument remains unfinished
As its metropolis falls to ruin
It has striven for an age and
Bounded across oceans of dream
It eagerly stroked the edge of freedom
As it careered with the impetus of comets
What to do with this ailing star?
Entering its terminal phase in the void
A stasis created by chaos, by entropy
Its kinetics measure zero-degree
It collapses into itself at every step
M.M.
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