quiet monsters
come to settle
this will to darkness
and this will to understand it
at the end of dreams
these monsters of many arms
crooked faces
multiplicities of eyes
here is where
we stand
face to face
the abyss opening
and closing
like a mawing mouth
sucking us in
to those black stars
that black reach
big old holes
in the side of the universe
blinking back at us
unmoved
unmoving
unwilling
it stares us down
flattens choice
and providence
none will stoop down to save us
we are alone
as on a darkling plane
unwanted
and unwatched
God hated what he created
and abandoned the seat of heaven
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