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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