By the flickering flints of the breathing clouds
The whole affair becomes cinematic
My letter inked in reclaimed asbestos
Hope it reaches you, milliseconds to midnight

By the heaving roar of the billowing hourglass
Push and pull of being rocked to sleep
Instant fossils appear lifelike in the flesh
Hope you don’t mistake them for me

By the midnight wick burning at terminals eternal
Our half-lives synchronize in parallel
A barren crater of unknown origins
Where we dream to make pit-stops alone


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