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360 Degrees
When I look about me, Make a 360-degree revolution around myself, My being is nowhere to be found.
In its space, its empty plenum, Is whatever's left When everything else goes dead:
No breath, heartbeat, thoughts, dreams, Just dust accumulating on shadows, Shadows hanging upside down,
In absolute blackness, Blackness turning into stalactites Dripping from oblivion's ceiling,
Forming the catalyst for memory's dissolve, Its shattering into pools of silence, Silence drowning in itself.
Now, when I look about me, I see 360 degrees of my nonbeing Rotating counterclockwise, erasing time.
11/19/09 - (2)
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