They meet where silence burns the air,
The wine of stars pours molten fire,
A kiss collapses heaven there.
Hands trace the fault lines of the night,
The earth trembles under hidden thrones,
Their bodies tremor, edged with fright.
Echoes of angels dissolve in smoke,
Prayer folded into the blackened flesh,
Every whispered vow a broken yoke.
Ash falls like snow upon the dread,
The world unwinds in their embrace,
Nothing remains but what is dead.
Silent the cosmos, still the breath,
Each heart a furnace, each sigh a tomb,
All love consumed by shadowed death
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I. The Mourner’s Orbit
The comet flared and then was gone,
A single blaze, a single dawn,
No cradle kept, no breath to draw
Just radiant passing fire.No cry.
No cry.
Only the mark
it carved through cold and soundless dark,
a scar across the mothering arc
of sky that will not tire.It comes again when years return.
It comes in ice, in latent burn.
It comes in names we do not learn,
in whispers made of frost.No plea.
No plea.
The orbit stays,
though memory’s edge grows thin with days,
and none can trace the vanished ways
of what was touched and lost.I watch it cross the winter span,
the path the mortal soul once ran,
the silent oath of what began
and ended without breath.No flame.
No flame.
Just ember’s glow,
a passing that I still would know,
though starlight dims, though shadows grow,
though all returns to death.
II. The Comet’s Orbit
I crossed the dark before your dawn,
No oath to keep, no gaze to fawn,
No cradle’s claim, no binding drawn
Just motion without name.No vow.
No vow.
Only the arc
inscribed in matter still and stark,
no witness lit to hold the mark,
no memory to claim.I passed the world where you once wept,
But tears are waves the void has kept
They break, they fade, they leave no depth
for orbit to restore.No sound.
No sound.
I do not stay.
The path is cold, the light is grey,
and gravity writes its own way
through dark that holds no shore.I turn when all the stars are numb,
When burning cores have all gone,
When nothing speaks of what I’ve come
to cross and leave behind.No face.
No face.
No mortal gaze
to mark the night or count the days.
The arc remains. The flame decays.
And none recall my mind.
III. Convergence
One flare.
No breath.
No cry to hush.
Unmasking truth the circuit weeps,
On Heaven’s terms its counsel keeps,
To nothing all returnsFediverse Reactions
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We met where steeples cleave the dusk,
Where incense hung like amber dust,
And silence learned to call love just.Your hand was flame against my palm.
The world grew distant, pale, and calm.
A song undone became our psalm.The apple shone with darker shine,
Pressed from a grief more old than time
We ate, and knew the eating fine.The kiss was slow. The stars withdrew.
The firmament forgot its truth.
Creation held its breath and knewYour mouth: a flame half-understood.
My ribs: a chapel built of wood.
We burned exactly as we should.Our bodies knelt, though not by choice.
The angels lost their leading voice.
The void enjoined us to rejoice.The final bell remained unswung.
The Mass was said, but never sung.
The end began where beginning stung.The constellations broke their schemes,
Their patterns lost to ruined themes,
And heaven shuddered in its dreams.The planets faltered in their spin.
The ordered dance grew paper-thin
We watched the turning fold within.The galaxies drew closed their gate.
No brightness left to consecrate
A hush consumed the vast estate.Time loosened all it thought it knew.
Its moments dimmed from gold to blue
It knelt, and then it knelt anew.The void remembered its first breath.
Its cradle-silence, prior to death
A hymnal made of nothingness.Yet through that dark, our vow remained.
No star endured, no law sustained
But still, our ruin was ordained.We held each other past the fall.
The end of form, of space, of all
Love outlasts what is cardinal.No shape remained to speak our name.
No voice recalled from whence we came.
One hunger burned. It was the flame.Fediverse Reactions
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Thorn and Benediction 