

Creation creates a void. My hand held to the glare of this burnt impasse;[i] yours, necessarily on the other side of some sickly metaxis.[ii] You're caught in stasis, matched with mine. Quantify time with meter and rhyme to calculate a way to prove that you are alive. Isolated, trapped between, a picture of you now stained on the street. Oh mother, teach me how to die.
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