Pull.

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Heavenly curves that stretch beyond the mind,

I have chased you in my dreams,

on the papers,

in the schemes, —even!

on the corners of infinity.

Far away into the eternal ink,

ever present blanket,

above planets, under quiet nebulae,

over neutron stars

and supernovae,

inside blackholes and everlasting stars.

Silent master of the strings

that reigns in the primal darkness

of the cosmos yet unknown.

The creator of all things unseen,

until the desire overcomes

and they meet their chaotic end

with a graceful burn,

at the hands of the destroyer

a terrifying force.

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