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[apiphile]

where we sit, at the end of the world

at night the sky grows thin
and the paint-speckled abyss beckons
with uncountable candlelights
as the bowl of night dust brightens
in a streak above our heads.
we cower in wonder
paralysed by beauty
until the dawn unshackles us
from this vision of eternity
with a bath of fire.
o god it is so cold where you are
and the world so stark with divinity,
we are not ready to see
the things our eyes were made for.
please.
roll back the clouds one more time
so that we might understand grey
soft and smothering familiarity
before we succumb to the searing splendour
of this everlasting night.

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[wolfy_writing]

roll back the clouds one more time
so that we might understand grey
soft and smothering familiarity
before we succumb to the searing splendour
of this everlasting night.

I really like this part.

[apiphile]

thanks, i wrote this into an email draft just before i went to sleep because i'd just seen a photograph of the milk way bending over a small town in a snowy waste

[kat_lair]

Gorgeous

[apiphile]

thank!