Greetings mortal

We stumble across your star when we saw a glimpse

Like a portal

Twinkling from afar as we sang our hypnotic hymn.

We love invading thoughts and creating images

By playing games such as finishing each other's sentences.

Oh beautiful beam of life gifted richness given at birth

From concentric circles of cascades full of mass and girth.

They're not as developed as we may think.

Now that you mention—

Rudimentary indeed, don't you see?

The whole conception is a message congested in two dimensions

While one perceive never before seen scenes

The other is divine intervention.

We watched your planet tilt on its axis for cold and hot states

Realms like our are morbid and contorted in distorted liquid space

Implicitly blinking through the stars at an astronomical pace

From voiceless arcipluvian voids disappearing without a trace.

Titles seem to give significance, will you do the same?

We've roamed aimlessly given through boredom, without a name.

Silent storm burning from the heart of the eternal flame

Stays the same, kindled through cold wins, snow, and rain.

How about we change things up, do you object?

Only if I can start it off, allow me to reflect.
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