it's been days since i've seen the sun.
why is it that the old religions
have transcended into childhood myths.
your forest nymph climbs into the bed
of sun gods and kings.
she's ready to take the world,
but i know she will never leave her forest.
the stars are not so old,
cannot see my thoughts,
even if i wish to dream.
it is all inevitable,
the ending.
some would say that
nothing ever ends.
i beg to differ.
with each new passing minute,
the world is different than
it used to be.
but where did my world go?
my myth is not your own.
it has no immortality,
no surreal beauties.
my myth is just the stars.
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