Pulchritude

The swan song remembers
The vast array of cerulean enigma;
Which pulsed the fiery tempest
Whose hollow vibrates
Like subatomic particles;

And distant strands;
Fibers of the midnight sun,
Glaring into my heart,

As it beats for no one;
Pumps its blood
As mechanism;

My own gush of glory,
Phrased within the confines
Of a multitude.

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