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Completely Lacking
Abstraction.
A slow-moving void
floats by,
rummages through my
potential reactions.
Discards
the noise.
Suspended.
Floating frictionlessly
in a parallel stratum,
a world
of atoms dissolved;
an atmospheric
serpent hiss.
Blinded.
These eyes are not mine
and Time
is a caustic commodity;
borrowed,
eroded,
and with it
the once-was.
Leaked.
Corrosive memories
drift anchorlessly
out our ears,
and it weakens
our voice.
Subdued.
Human screams
reduced to ghost whispers
that barely maintain
the breeze.
The serpent hiss;
the fading pulse
we resissst.
