The painfulness of the stars since we started trying to actually reach them. They are no longer the same stars.
Now covered with the leprosy of death, they give off a different light.

The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
The painfulness of the stars since we started trying to actually reach them. They are no longer the same stars.
Now covered with the leprosy of death, they give off a different light.