It is all one can do to remember
the dark warmth that was immortality,
so much colder now. Abandoned forever
for this coil of mobius memory
that turns and twists away from the plane
and the flat pull of sharp reality,
turning and twisting to ever sustain
the urgent momentum to recover
delirious paths away from the pain
of the broken gods underfoot, after
the fall, after the immortality
it is all one can do to remember.
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