fragmented no. 39

by on October 28, 2021 :: 0 comments

listening to infinity
, which is
neither here nor there .

in the land of fear
or thoughts
, the voices are repetitive .

i see time passing
, feeling its dead weight
in my hands
, mocking my bones .

i’ve heard this before
: nothing remains
lit up

editors note:

What we carry in the dark is nothing in the light; nothing at all. – mh clay

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