Everything was fine in the land of milk and honey 

Until a redundant blackhole reappeared and overpowered the transient Sun

Standing on a hill I watched teletubbies eviscerate violently before my dying jaded eyes

Faced with the solar winds of a raging dying God I was forced to remember

That anything short of true permanence is an Illusion

Ready to retire once again I mumbled to myself that I don’t believe in light.

The moon survives the sun, yes

And no she will never beam without him ever again

And we his diffident children can only hope to replace him when he’s gone.

I like to believe it is his plan.

Perhaps that way light never dies.

Perhaps as much as darkness, light never quits.

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