swilow
Bluelight Crew
March on to the eulogy
In a perfect darkk,
as dark as heart-regret,
dream next left nightmare,
blastbeatng to the drum so-
I'll use the stars to Light my way.
Night hears plea for illuminus
Humurous in flinging crystals
singing across the Great Nowehere,
I'll go there and hear
the council of dead Chaldean prests
weep and bemoon the sacrifice
ov the sun to pin the Sun in her
fixed circuit
around the blackspace
Of which, we all,- and you,
Are starlight- too distant yet
to reach the Homeworld;
so close when blindingly-
smashing the horizon-
boiling the seas;
Let there be Light.
