BRING ME THE SUNSET IN A CUP


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i

My heart is empty of thee
With only the World in these arteries
My extinction’s date
Moves the blood of my will in me

ii

Subtract thyself, and what is left?
Eternity’s vast pockets of life
I shall not live in vain
Who knows if love can reach the Sun?
Or if it is the Sun that gently radiates all love?

iii

I have a heart made of light
Nicknamed by God to share this warmth
And since we’re mutual Consciousness
I am the Planet, her elements of Pain
I endure, her Infinite contains

iv

The recipes of Ancestors
Enlightenment of Descendants
My heart is thrilled with the Future
Further than Sunshine could reach
Each Species has a algorithmic Fate
Where we devour sunsets in cups.

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