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supreme

above

us.

we

are

but

twilights

ever

rising

and

ever

fading

between

horizon

and

horizon.

we

are

but

gods

holding

a

world

and

held

by

it,

fates

that

sound

the

trumpets

whilst

the

breath

and

the

music

come

from

beyond.

and

i

rebel.

i

would

exhaust

myself

to

emptiness.

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