R e l e a s e
Widening rifts
leaving space
void
no air
but still held together
by nothing
anything
slowly,
scattering,
into infinity.
returning
to nothing
once again.
returning
to nothing
once again.
Thinking in poetic rhythms - What has occured in my inland throughout its distinct seasons? Will I be able to say it all? Should I say it all?
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