21 lines
877 B
Markdown
21 lines
877 B
Markdown
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at once an empty
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reaches for infinite,
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a caress of unrealized potentialities.
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feeling - loosely leftward, rightward, and cock-eyed sideways -
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swelling cuts in my finger webbing, welling up in the world's sleeping.
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sacrificed hands embrace all the nothing, the nothing just beyond our reach.
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time as a lake and its tide, the ebbing and flowing sea of forevers.
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space as a mountain of insurmountable disappointment and nausea.
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atoms speak their insolent peace to distance,
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radiation sucks away inadequacy, and
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helplessness gushes from fibrous nothing.
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i haven't engineered enough contentment
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to bear the weightlessness, the chaos of these scattered moments.
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should you look at my crawling empty,
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the folded-in pieces and holes - which know no other destiny than to settle -
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i beg you not to reach for stardust or finer fabrics of space-time,
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but choose such
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to love an empty.
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