the apparition
of ever dimming hopes
the pins and needles
in a leg that's gone numb
the infinite space
that the universe vies to fill
the white noise
drowning out what i can't unhear
the rock
that i shatter on; the hands that let go
a path
like a funnel. we all stand in its mouth.
single file at its end.
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