Violet arcs unto a nightscape
No ephemerality to function. (Though it will be called.)
In the daunting drape,
Every action is a junction.
No lever
Is shifted.
No strings are
Retracted.
The hood is
Lifted.
No play to be enacted.
Heav'n's symphony collapses,
To aesthetic blending. (See it bleeding out.)
Little changes in the lapsing,
So world is ever ending.
The lever
Is shifted.
The strings are
Extracted.
The hood is
Lifted.
The play to be contracted.
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