Essentia

The last remaining ember,

The twin stars colliding

Present at my birth,

Beside as I lay dying

 

The ruins of Rose City,

The treasure of Bell Island

The air beyond my fingertips,

The morning mists of Titan

 

The sun behind clouds:

But now, you’re breaking through

You are the bedrock of all promise:

The chilled light of the moon

 

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