What is This?

There is a star in my throat
 In a void, there is hope
 In the space in between
 Runs the milk of release
 If motion is time
 I am water, I will rise
 To your bed, on a cloud
 Where you stand, where you writhe
 Painted red, bleeding gold
 Your sword guts the sun
 Flesh is torn, oceans disgorge your love
 We are swimming through your moonlight pools
 The phosphene tides, the writing on your eyes
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 We drift through stone
 We sift our own powdered bones
 We wash, we are clean
 What is it now that is thinking this thing?
 Oh, where are you?
 What can you do to prove you exist?
 Ah, what is this?
 Who is this singing that which no longer exists?
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 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)
 (Nothing can stop us from becoming nothing now)