The stars have fallen, broken by the weight,
Each crack a prayer, each prayer a quiet death.
The earth hums underfoot, a buried truth,
A voice that whispers, "Walk, but know your end."

I try to follow, though the way is bent—
The path dissolves beneath me, grain by grain.
Each step I take is swallowed by the dark,
Yet still I walk, my body made of want.

Above, the...