a blue bird twines
of wire
where sunflowers grow
your air is twisted
like she
unthawed
in your
affection
an aroma far
from lonely
i find dizziness
underneath
liquor
we are empty
never simultaneously
the glass is warped
i’ve stood here forever
waiting
for the
freeze to pass
Helios in
a winter solstice
unconquered
I am fire and light
come to me
Circling eternity and afterlife.
Look North!
Kochab and Mizar!
This is the undead; the perfect destination.
The Sky Goddess swells at Gemini then births the Sun God in the MilkyWay.
Spring devours him
at Winter he is reborn.
We will join the Northern Sky
when it is our time.
The Ghost Kings will consume
our bodies, our divine
will leave to await the sweet smell of Winter.
We will circle eternity;
the perfect destination.
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