Necropolis
The binomial scrolls list captive waste,
But the breathing chrysalis bound to the dark
Secured to the radian orbital stone
In the peripheral absence of the lark
She breathes alone
She remains unknown
She has no divisor to wilt her life
Nor governing census of phylum and foe
No patent pending inscription to wear
She has no divisor and no ratio
She is entombed
But she’s not doomed
The abyssal eclipse consumes their eyes
And the nebulous ash is in between
Their venom, their amulet of death
Embalms only the ones seen
Their sun is rayless
Their sky is starless
Upon the global breadth they have marched
Wearing arcane lenses of blinding light
Blistering bane of knowing all
Thinking the wrong is right
At the ecliptic frontier
I shed a lonely tear
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