The Rampant Starless Sky

Woe is me,

Cursed am I,

Doomed to live

Beneath a starless sky.


The ancient ones

Are gagged and bound,

By grinding gears

Of electronic sound.



Lost her purity,

She’s been raped by



Simple, free

Was a child’s cry;

Now effortless breath

As men, they die.


To the lowest places

Water will flow;

On the highest mountain

Nothing will grow.


In much learning

Soon folly is found;

Its empty fruit has

Flourished all around.


Doubt’s the faith

Of our age;

Blind guides our

Beloved infallible sage.


Blessed are we,

If we learn to fly

High above this

Rampant starless sky.

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