Something on the mind
chipping away at the heart
clipping crevices smooth
seeking diaphany
nagging the tip of the tongue
not quite unright or unthere
Something on the mind
thinning the eyelids
spurring pins and needles
tightening frumpled fingertips
Something on the mind
that behoves death to endure
weighing a goliathan star
pullgraviting everything about
alldreading void and longing
Something on the mind
spirating slowly into stasis
sunstilled dust particle
snapshot into existence
In one last, contorted pulse
something on the mind
flashflaring like a supernova
tesselating the seen and felt
fractalled into sense
Something on the mind
opened eye and hand
and fell out of both
in the sharp, exacting light.
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