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She turns her face up to the sky, its stars as bright as eyes. Solace there in knowing all who’ve passed out of this realm can likely see those stars the same, this universe made small enough to reckon all might meet again beyond eternity. All those departed looking down, dead generations, sentient, alive in memory.
She sees the precious biosphere, so fragile, so fragile, like a spell, the film of oxygen that keeps our world alive. Sees this earthly vessel we call home, a peering eye, a stone of blue and white suspended in an inky sea, pin-pricked by stars that make her think upon the tiny pulsing creatures of the deep, amoebic ancestors of men, men whose souls are like the earth itself, partially eclipsed by shadow of its satellite, the moon, half in darkness, half in light.
From that elevation none discern the borders that exist only within the minds of men, nor can they see the wars our kind have waged on foot of arguments about the names of god, or property, or nation states, only the landmass and sea, the planet’s curvature, the earth, our ark, a perfect vessel housing precious freight, orbiting the sun, circled by the moon in turn.
And a dawning comes upon her mind. There’s no damnation or reward after our flesh’s expiry, no good or evil that exists beyond our human field, only matter and its opposite. No soul need fear the sword of any tyrant or his agency, for in the eye of wide eternity we’re all already dead. There’s no apocalypse, for time is lightning, it can always fork, and at that point of bifurcation you can change your path, each man the architect of history yet undreamt –
'Cos we are dead stars
it doesn’t matter what they do
we are immune
we are immortal
we are dead stars me and you
we must shine as though we’ve got no time
we must live as though we’ve been and gone
we are dead moons, we are dead suns
we’re dead stars
everyone.

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from Cursed Murphy Versus the Resistance, released July 24, 2020

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Cursed Murphy Versus the Resistance Wexford, Ireland

An eight-piece head-on collision between post-punk poetry, noise-rock and ambient atmospheres. Based in Wexford, Ireland.

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