Existence under an expansive sky,
finite;
there's a place where it stops
but I can't get to it.
A perfect nothing where
blue turns to black
Two lines
and a space between there
to dissipate
and return to the infinitesimal
mire;
a non existent state
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Author:
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It's all the same and one and like this poetry beautiful
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