Impending,
Pending,
Liquefying as fluid stardust...
Evaporated. Dispersed.
Submersed.
Gone.
Under your belly, I refrain from breath, testing myself,
Gasping and scattering in flashbacks.
The history of malintent, as extenuated as another blade of grass-
A Hellish karmic cycle of thought prisons and breaking free.
I have slipped back into some blanket of time. A reversal of choices made so I can re-choose an outcome. Sipping on me is as though sinking into an hourglass of continuos sands.
My pebbles-scores of ware from other lands.
Of pearls or lavas, titanium, or stone, my sands come from a universe.
A sip, starts the journey.
A sea of definitives, I lumber across the deep red, engulfed in a buoyant repeal of state
I could be trapped here forever, and yet always must I,
Return.
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