Anastasis

We gaze beyond the universe’s precipice
and the Terror plucks out our eyes
to utter its name invites a feast of tongues
the Word corrupted, it sleeps no longer
Sol rages, the Herald cries—ruin
we came from stars; now we return
nourishment for the Sun Eater’s
Anastasis

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Grew up in the Essex countryside and currently resides in London. Passing through his 30s far too quickly. Likes: writing, design, the arts, and copious amounts of coffee. He is working on his first novel.

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