Time has unraveled as undisturbed borders alter shape
Without source, unquestioned by primordial trees,
For they merely observe from their safe eugeria.
But I dwell in alterity, aliferous without a sky
Or dreams to bring alleviation…so sleep is desolate
And I suspend in the achorontic expanse of glassy stars.
All my atiloquence falls lifeless to the lurid land
And in a swift sweep, my kilderkin is revealed,
Possible once this crystalline sphere has deliquesced,
So I flex my abandoned wings and linger awhile more. 
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