WANDERING OFF

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they are all distant galaxies emitting light that keeps me up at night
thinking, drowning, thinking, drowning

I harbour falling meteors in my mind - my falling stand, my aching legs, my weakly pulsating heart

distilled in darkness, no awareness of the start or the end and I'm
just boundlessly wandering, drifting, colliding, burning, and alas - collapsing into nothingness

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