She met the divine last night. As a matter of fact, she meets the divine every day. Last night was special, though. You see, a child of Abuk moved her and had her eating sorghum from his hands. He had her watching the daily growth of a Cuei Tree and dreaming of passing every living…
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Dark Matter
I met this sun, light years away from its beginning,A ball of self-consuming flameIn a perpetual manifestation of brilliance. Awestruck, can’t begin to describeMy state of being. And then, Yo,It tried to lick me with its fiery tongue! But little did it know thatI am a phantom of its future obsession, encoded in Its perpetual…
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