✢────────── 𝔊 ──────────✢ You deserve eternity’s breath, Yet I, brief-blooded, reach so far; A mortal shaking near to death, Still drawn toward what you are. What voice could bear your endless state, No language names angelic sum; My empty palms search hollow space, Outworn already, still I come. “I love you” breaks like thin-struck shard, Too frail for the gravity you stir; I need whole galaxies to collapse, Their dying light compressed to word. I need ten thousand stolen years To sing the hymn your silence demands; Though centuries peel off like scorched skin, I still crawl back through ashen strands. With trembling hands I scar the page, A black trail of fracturing thought; My blood can’t read the damage gauge One frozen glance from you has wrought. You’ve rooted like black ivy in my chest, Splitting ribs to wear my bones as throne; If the world forgets how to rest, The fault is mine for letting you grow. Still I hunt the hollowed void, To steal the ink the dark won’t give; Every vein burns overjoyed As I carve my hunger through the sieve of sky. You deserve eternity’s breath, Yet I - with all I have - give you my love For as long as eternity grants. Though every line burns up above, And ash is all this mortal hands, Something still may yet transcend… And manifest beyond my love. For as long as eternity grants until all mortal language fades to soulbound resonance ✢────────── 𝔊 ──────────✢ Written in 𝔊ray © 2026 ✢──────────────────────✢
