the drapery of our world,
hangs torn appart like wound
for just this night...
But that's enough,
because they went through,
the elders sleep no more,
awaken in our firmament!
They whisper now the darkness
in our minds as conscious,
no volume button to be shut,
no avoiding of the Void!
Like an old song twisted
by a broken gramophone:
"Hello, darkness, my old friend..."
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