Prune
Depths,
mirrored in a place
Of
infinite ripples
Indifferent
skies edge above, glow
Beyond
black digits clawing at the stars;
Obsolescence
Shed
the tattered blanket strip
by
strip until just
bare
shreds beneath
a
a wind to chill the bone.
Alone, so alone
For a
moment slid across a cloud
till
it touched then
into
the heart
the
moving mirror of me
swallowed
by my heart
final
instant between calm holding on
till
empty the spasming
emptiness
agitated still
sinking,
sinking,
beyond what stops
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