(inspired by a closed universe)
A canticle of stars, then...

They've kissed,
these two...

I reach for you now,
I whom have wept for...

Her ankh fits within the night,
Warmed silver a pale mirror...

I look at her picture
Upon my bedroom dresser...

I taste the hunger
in her eyes...

You resemble nothing
more than a...

The grains slip through
my fingers and I...

Te sé en el cielo constelado,
Y los ojos de Dios...

What an elegant quilt
My trusting has made...

Take these gems of libation,
Taste the pain of life...

There's a shiver to your chant,
Conjurations of crimson...