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We are all as dead,

as burned out,

as the stars that shine

above our heads.

We may shine as bright,

and as blinding

as the sun

before we die.

Yet mere points are we,

in time and in space.

And the sum of all of us

is not enough

to illuminate the darkness.

The ever-growing darkness.

Hide from our past mistakes.

Hide from the night sky.

Burn yourself to illuminate the night;

feeling nearly human, but not quite.

Dig down deeper to escape the day.

Drown yourself in soil,

let the sky fade away.

Not all shall die

and cease to shine

before their light

have reached our eyes.

But the night sky glows

with faded echos

from long ago,

weary from their journeys.

And so shall we,

in time and in space,

traverse infinity

merely hoping

to illuminate the darkness,

the ever-growing darkness.