Long empty dark, bringing faith of content.

Wrongful illusions formed of temporal drift.

Gems of clumped matter with niche’s for living.

Chemical molecular magical creators.

Thin clinging smears shielding co-operative intellectuals.

Cold hard shells for exploration and hope.

Charity of randomized destiny, cutting lines through millennia.

Hold fast, cling long, bring light to the dark.



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