I lay my hands on the dirt
Feeling every part of me disperse
I oscillate and dissipate to nothing
I lift my head from the surface
A moment felt in every universe
Sending every instance
Of reality back to me
In the streams of downward inertia
The shards and shattered remains of
A haunted station
The only home that I know
The sentinel that brought me to your world
To salvage this burning collateral
Vault of creation
The only specter of hope
I'm crushed by the weight of my own bones
The air that I breathe is heavy as
Flowing matter
My sentience scattered
Through winds that carry me
Places I've never seen
I'm struck by the visions
Of linear lines
I see the horizon
For the first time
Flowing matter
My sentience scattered
Gravity can you keep me
From coming undone
In the streams of downward inertia
The shards and shattered remains of
A haunted station
The only home that I know
The sentinel that brought me to your world
To salvage this burning collateral
Vault of creation
The only specter of hope
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