here where the world stops,
atoms transmuted
into eyeball-crushing darkness,
silence pours like molten gold
liquid heavy and silken
into thorned skulls undulled on
prickly cushions of coral and claws.

here lie ancient things,
petrifying and petrified,
slumbering in alien dreams
forgetting to breathe
forgetting to hunger
forgetting the world that has
forgotten them.

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