Tying up Loose Ends in the Cold Void of Space - Archivist

I have memories of a dream

I am recollecting a prism glare

That fragments and jars my perception

These shards lose sense and merge into one

Of worlds becoming one identity

I lose all sense of intricacy

I inhabit this fallacy

I am a fallacy

The quill and ink extricate me

I am not guilty for my life

And oh what a life I have lead

Sole inheritor of the estate of us

Where to begin

Perhaps the sheer extent of this

Second birth in fiery schism

Gospel of an illegitimate citizen

In this prison

I used to love and I have been loved

I have felt kisses on my skin

I felt the blood in muscle

Loved and loathed the skin I am in

Now I find myself sacred

Orphan of a redundant line

Responsible for trillions

Cries, orgasms and sins

I used to love and I have been loved