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I know her from photographs,
videos, journal entries,
the dead speak through
objects left behind.
Memories stored
from a life that I
would like to know.
Every thought, moment,
locked in a cascade of data.
I know everything about her
But she doesn't know me

The impact is near.
Death is here.
I stare into the abyss.
The ship breaks apart.
Will the end hurt?
The door is closed.
I don't want to die.
Is this the end?
I wish I could see her again.
I don't have time.
I think of her.
My world explodes
in a flash of fiery red.

Her life scattered
on the hard drive.
Photographs, journals,
status updates
Images are
my only connection
to a woman
that once held me.
Words of the past
are my only future.

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from Our Final Days On Bellicus Prime, released May 30, 2014

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Spiral Albuquerque, New Mexico

Chris, Aaron, and Bill, the three constant members of Spiral are desert born. They played childish games amongst dunes and cacti and now, their music breathes sand.

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