Giants
Is cruelty hiding in the stars deceitful play?
What a waste of heart; for them to lie in silence as dying art
For their lights just untenable promises made,
Giants: long gone before we see them as something smart
I envy their brilliance cast in prior eons relayed
Death riding light waves, but arriving late for the start
So, in the face of the most enormous losses, is hope conveyed?
Or does something big have to leave, for brightness to depart?
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