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Hadopelagic

Written By: John Primarch

Fiction
my eyes narrow to slits, but they still keep
more room for light than my heart does for love;
I am low, I am cruel, I will not spare
any time for you if you continue
to withhold the comfort I wish to give,
which I know you so desperately crave,
for I sense your ache pulsing through all space.
from one origin, one epicenter,
how fitting I found you beneath such waves--
oceans at depth are cold and swallow light,
could you refuse me while I burn this bright?
whence your purity now desire depraves?
collision. our masses pass together,
piercing the world's side enmeshed in embrace,
interlaced across vast aeons we clave.
even gods cannot circumvent time's sieve.
no long way for us, thus no short path, too:
for you, it is a short swim home from here,
for me, I damn alien stars above
watching me sink back in my ink dark sleep.