Such lights that drift from cosmic seas, whats gathers forth to speak without words. Awashed in the dark cloth of night, brave intensities spark fire alight, spreading out across a grieving sky. In this cavern they speak with light and form, sheltered from the echoes of false words, sheltered from thoughts that springs forth from the dead. Effortlessly they arrive and depart, exploding into the chaos of night, death wrapped in such beautiful-disasters. Existence, to witness their passage as our own, as we effortlessly arrive, so should we depart, into the chaos of night, death wrapped in such beautiful-disasters.