mountains and forests splintered, and splintering,
stretch heaven high in a grand whirling spiral
arcing through a sky reduced to tatters and rags.
the ground comes free from the bedrock
the white light recedes, and recedes,
then explodes unleashing a hail of trees and crumpled mountains.
star river shines bright over a ruin of a world.
i must push on. for there are many things to see.
alternate last verse.
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