Rhythms and Echoes

There is nothing new under the sun,
only new suns to see things by.
We will trace our scars by candlelight,
and rejoice in our survival;
we will trace our scars in rainstorms
and bemoan our breaking fates.
I do not recognize myself in some light,
I do not recognize some light in myself,
We will devour every atom of dust,
snatch them from their Brownian paths,
and chase every maniac dream that
leads to those alien suns.

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