By the Bedside of Splendour

When our darkest beauties and da⁣⁣rkest repulsions,⁣⁣
When our history and present moments, Aspirations and negotiations,⁣⁣
When all of these open fully and empty into the hungry earth and absorbing skies—⁣⁣
The end and the beginning meet us. ⁣⁣

Why can vacancy feel so full?⁣⁣
Silence be so loud?⁣⁣
The cessation of breath burn?⁣⁣

May we follow, follow, follow⁣⁣
This scattering to the ends, ends, ends, ⁣⁣
And sit by the bedside of splendour.⁣⁣

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Mimi 咪咪