Branches off into sunlit sections here
And there but its true goal is still
The purest darkness it can dare
The darkness of nothingness
The darkness of despair
The downward inward spiral
To the underworld the failure
Of the starlight anymore
To penetrate our skulls
The dead sleep of seeds
Who must consider themselves
Totally abandoned and rejected
Washed-up and done
Until the light cracks them open
At the rebirth of the sun
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