static waste- no love in- no sound from- no thoughts no form.
- don't exist. only a -void. no black. colourless. collapsed hollow, that no thing occupies space inside.
- cradle- false foetus.
who-?
vacuum the sky.
the sky- vacuum.
vacuumed. by-where am-
what is this place?
what is-
a place? where is- home?
no ground beneath- feet
no walls beside-
- don't have space, -'re squeezing--
who am-?- do not, know, any thing.
- do not, feel, any thing.
- do not, have, any thing.- do not love. - devour.
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