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i want it darker still,
the world purged of all light
and i want to live in ultimate shadow
without a drop of luma,
i want the sky blacker than black
and i want to exist only in suspicion
of the genetic frequency
with which my own soul reverberates,
prowling a void naked of form
in absolute rumor and theory,
i want dark tentacles of night
to enshroud the furthest corners
of my chosen pathos,
the only betrayal to this edict
that of lightning and fire,
meteors and supernovae,
the smokey walls of this galactic house
and such luminaries allowed
to persuade my endarkened heart
the earth has not fallen from under me
in this forever night of my choosing,
wandering this place like some dark minstrel
of antiquated maundering
huddled before my black replica
in the brief flares of light
from what unreckonable reaches of sanity.

-S.C. Martinez