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Burdened

By blindness

One task his dream

One room where the heavenly

movements reveal themselves

Great orbs collide

The stars must fit in place

Burdened

By hubris

Light-years past

The sky has lost its paint

Obsession with perfection

The stars must fit in place

Light years past

He moves his ancient bones

And lifts the golden sun.

The star falls upon him.

A final crushing blow.

O Falling star

My great begotten star

Grant me this

A death so swift

and a pain unfelt

One mortal blow

To end my shame

Aah

I beg of thee