SALUTATIS SEMPITERNUM

The forever greeting dilates;
for Eternity has lost its years.
Fortune cries helplessly;
Destiny in not what She wanted.
Always has no meaning,
and the shadows of Nothing
overwhelm the dimming lights.
Lights of hope.
Lights of faith
burn in an underwater flame.
The Flame with eternal fuel
will not smite thee,
For thou will not step into its
candor,
its burning cold
its consuming warmth.

With my grapling claws
I will hang to the edge,
And with the grin of Eternal Salutation
upon my lips,
wait for you to push me
off.

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