I exist in that space between
Holding it together
And all out weeping
Like the formlessness
Of liquid
Filling in the cracks and crevices
Seeping
Seamlessly from one
Moment to the next
Circling the drain
In the synapses of my brain
Searching my heart
Before time tears it apart
And I acquiesce to the
God of nothing
Having served no greater
Good or purpose
Than the dust that catches
The light as it floats
Through the silence of your room
On a weekday morning
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