To your own long scatterings

go then Time,

lose yourself in your own myriad

streams and apparitions of

comings and goings,

returnings and departures

only to circumnavigate

nothingness of nothing

shaped shapeless

formed formless,

a lacuna

go then into that space..


what has become of you?

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