Elucidating Questions

Mother of memory who stands with the candle holding the muses to scream above the sky.

Once upon a time there were nine.

How many now you ask for numbers when they all all just increased.

After all the humans did, so who says it didn’t get bigger to fit the myth

As every myth engulfed the myths of the myths and told these stories over again

Slowly and slower

With less and less men,

The characters to remember, the importance of the faces, slowly decreased

Once upon a time of destinies,

The list of names went on forever,

And no one ever wins.

After all who needs victory, when there are those behind still suffering, if I could pull them all with me

Pull every one.

I would steal the fire to light their way,

Yet I hear the scream here as well,

And it is how you need it to be,

But I cannot believe

That there was ever only one,

When the story started

With wanting to be the only one, you see,

Worship no other, just one only one,

Which means there were others,

And I can choose to move farther and farther and farther away.

In the cold expanses of galaxy empty space.