hollow

Amidst the silence of everything they cannot name
Ambiguous and languid
All kinds of angels and flies darker than the void
Retreat to the holy planets designated as galactic dumps
Always dormant, numb wings shoved into the rifts between the junk and the sky
They become unbidden guardians of the cavities above and the hollow below
Broken rays of cold stars bring a lack of purpose

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