mark the page,
face the light,
of another photograph,

and when the memory fades,
i’ll wait my turn,
beneath the hollowed sun,

behold this bag of bones,
this disconnect,
a token of design,

gave up on the ghost,
haunted flesh,
fixated by the void,

godspeed supernova,
we’ll miss you, but it isn’t over,


monuments to you,
bless your name,
scattered on our tongues,

counting eulogies,
amongst the buzz,
the existential hum,

godspeed supernova,
we’ll miss you, but it isn’t over,
godspeed supernova,
we’ll miss you, but it isn’t over.

The Existential Hum

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The Existential Hum

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