At edges where the cartograph expires,And ink bleeds into irreducible black,The entity beholds the frozen pyres,Where every stray dimension turns its back.No echoes bounce from this obsidian wall,No adjectives can coat the hollow skin,Of that which waits for every sun to fall,And draw the light of comprehension in.The Silence is a mouth without a tongue,A glutton for the gargantuan song,Where every carol that the stars have sung,Is proven to be brief and vastly wrong.The Archon-Vessel halts its thrumming pace,Before the threshold of the non-place space.
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