movement from the center
of known
torpedoes of light
fastforward
leave a blinding pain
& yet tethered to this dust,
roar of interior places
beats squeeze from the heart
freefalling into self
without landing,
spaces widen
& pain eagerly fills them,
this vessel
seemingly fragile
eases to the floor:
the movement is so frightening
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