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you are doomed to walk this earth
child of heaven,
lyric of the cosmos.

alabaster star,
burning without govern or cause,
wrinkling the space before it
an epicentrum
in the great black heart of everything,
the pulsating vein of eternity.

the woven gestures of creation
still hang in the space between spaces,
the shape and sound something unfathomable
lost in the lonely recess of spirit,
the soul a tiny model of the universe without,
electric and alive and
forever cursed to die and bear life again
like one prisoner to an infinite loop
of self-impregnating lunacy.

the mathematics devised here
are but fingerprints of god’s work,
the first pass at worlds
meant to exist beyond the reach
of his terrifying gaze,
to align in their own wicked divinations
some pattern of patternless monument,
his voice and his thought
a phantom from an ether dream,
choking on the dark matter
of his own strange discretions.

-S.C. Martinez