The strings attach to a singularity

the waves crash in time, as they do on the sea;

spaces move through you - and in and out of me,

but none of it matters, 'cause I can't even breathe.

The light shines onto a shadow of me

exposing my heart for what it used to be;

While I can not remember where I put these things,

the awareness is there of an obscured memory.

I grab and I yank to make it belong to me

more furious than any human being should be;

come, be still and stay with me,

no time like the present, nothing quite like the need.

The End

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