9.13.2007

Swallowing of the Last Quasar

An enigmatic halo, ever-slowly dissipating
into the dark, abysmal depth of discord,
not soon, but eventual, succumbing to all
whom point and pull with the hidden sword.
A steady state in mob rule and misrule,
though still fortuitous despite the chain
by the final remnant of a forgotten breed
sparking the dying light hoping to remain.
A luminous burst of brilliance speckles
the night sky in harmony and an allure
before being engulfed in the horizon as
one last frequency emitted goes unheard.

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