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As she looks down below, she sees a thousand battered stair-steps twisting down into the void; yet she is afraid to turn, for fear that she will see the great, looming spire behind her, and be dwarfed by that vast upward expanse.  So she sits down on the precipice, her legs dangling over the edge, and listens to the wind.  The horizon sits still in the distance, past the length of the chasm, where the setting sun eternally tinges the sky the color of roses and violets. So she sits with her back to the ascent, feeling the stairs beckoning behind her but unwilling to look that challenge in the eye.  She knows that if she climbs those stairs, t

And so he shakes the dust off of his wings And stretches them far and wide – Devouring the sky in velvet black With his long feathers, Glittering all with the stars they consumed Like a thousand hopes and dreams borne upon his sweeping pinions, Annexing all the desires and hopes of the world Into his smothering being Until there is nothing but the void Of his mimicry of eternal slumber – That mirage he conjures of his esteemed brother; His brother who reigns over the Ever-sleeping and the grave – Seeming unceasing but waiting For the slightest pinprick of effulgence On the pinnacle of the edge of the earth, Glo