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Magmatic Intrusion
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The Synaptic Stairwell
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O pulsar, ye weathered beacon,
Take heed of the incoming tide!
Your eyes ricochet off the ocean
And a looking-glass awaits inside.
Weep not at your mane,
Devoid of color it may be!
An image in motion is the purest you'll see.
Your youthful, brilliant rays
Speak not of your gorgeous collapse,
Your wispy, crimson cloak
Says nothing of your wanderer's relapse.
Step not into your portrait!
It's not but a shimmering lie!
Your face is but a mask in the absence of time!
O pulsar, heed your complexion
And the spectrum from which it's comprised,
For within your gruesome core,
You'll wander forever without your light.
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The white light bends as the timepiece slows,
The universe blazes past my window.
Heed the writing in familiar blood
And be swayed not by old, screaming wounds.
Cross the cranial chasm and behold
Your refraction flow, but drop not your torch,
For in the vacuum void all thoughts are destroyed,
Stardust on an asteroid.
Light is black outside the mind,
Feed the galaxies.
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