I was a dead star shone red into the infinite dark I bled
A dying city my inhabitants long dead
maintenance kept me just shy of that envied flat-line
My roots dug deep
your branches mixed with mine and my roots together entwine with thee and thine
Until I could no longer tell were you me?
Or was I mine?
Did I bleed out? Or did you bleed in?
A death that lasted yet was not mine
But was thee and thine
Here at the end
Time’s Den
To see with Dead and Dying sight
A strange mix of you and me
and through thine blooded light
A stranger’s might.
Impossibly bright.
Beginning.