The Bodkin & the Quietus (...To Reach the Stars)

These constellations

gleaming at us from afar

They give rise to frigid memories

in my mind

My stellar memetoes are the brightest

signs that twinkle away

Infinity, the faustian spirit,

disheartened, by all

I will never get up there alone

but still I will always percieve

their company

I honor the farthest fall

His fall, I, I...

In my thirst for knowledge

a new kind of thought arose.

Enriched me.

Their weight will always burden me.

As I then fell into reverie.

My (struggling) heart felt it's end,

I lifted the bodkin.

I fall

the final recourse

and the fall, it made me tired, meltdown

I fly

All remembered

They are the reminders of all

All to us unknown, unknown.