Midnight Pulses weave between horizons
Light curving into zero, days thinned to a wire
What tokesn constrain time's silent surge
Spinning Code
Convuluted Machines
And if the glyps of Mars rise and burn
to cradle humankind in a trinal shelter
No split gate, No rival ghosts rage
The flame of 2049 holds fast
unmarred, a seed point glistening
Come further- until this collapsed
Epoch stands denuded, now song
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