The dead to have infinity.
The living to have not enough
time; to expand upon
a dark symmetry.
Nature allows for only so much light,
until it becomes forever night,
and the sands keep pouring
down on through you.
We don\'t ask the questions
we don\'t want the answers to.
Stay awhile in this hopeless camp,
even if there is so much left.
Keep this torch burning!
Wandering the strangest
drift. What distorted balance
must be obtained.
By a rock that names.
Only the thrown Olympia.
How space dances with a dark symmetry.