The tireless moon begat her tears
In part, to weep in loss before the setting sun
To rise through fog and warm the barren minds below
To writhe in blind ecstasy of insight’s tomb
To draw smoke from splintered bones
And lap the skulls of naked dichromatic hostility
Ideological priapism waves the lack of substance
Strokes the nerves of waning ambiguity
Erect before the hollow tower looming over all
Rise
Rise
Rise
And glimpse through all the lords of no intent
A better try of human to drift away in aspect
Horrors away to my worship that went besieged
Rise
Rise
Rise
The moon reflecting back with inner filter
Primed to see the worlds that you have made
There suppose simply worshiping value, all in the end
Rise
Rise
Rise
You, in the stardust, with burning breath
And we, imperfect, offer life obscured sharing, be gods
Isolated, human, ever human, in mocking paradox
Rise
Rise
Rise
You exist
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