Any process
once begun
urges its own
completion,
which is why we
are as far gone
as we are;
we’ve stood on all peaks,
braved all fires
and all manner of storms,
sailed into the moon
from the edge of the ocean,
addicted to going hard
and going far
in all we do; and so
we spiral
toward ashes below
still singing our own praises,
indifferent to how far
and how hard
we are falling.
Dark Matter 
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