The vessel lifts a finger, gaunt and pale,Toward the flickering, moribund debris,To strip away the dim, celestial veil,And rename every star a "remedy.""Behold," it cries, "the Pulsar of Regret,The Quasar of the Unremembered Kiss!"As every sun, a dying silhouette,Is dragged from out the gravity of abyss.The taxonomy of light is rearranged,In folders of phonetics, sharp and cold,Until the ancient heavens are estranged,From every story that the vacuum told.To name a thing is to possess its soul,And make the fractured constellations whole.
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