your final sight before closing your eyes

Our life is beautiful, o humans.
We are flesh and blood and life.
We are stone worn smooth by the flow of a river
That never knows rest.
We are the night clouds hammered like folded steel
Into swords that carve the stars from the sky,
Swords that cleave the light of the waxing moon.
And our life is beautiful, o humans.
Watch as our life grows through time
And ki…
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