All you see is what was,

what is

Lungs inhaling, people slipping
past a line.

Space collapsing on itself;
time churning, slipping, sulking.

Light pulsing,


on a face it’s seen before, or a trillion of them

Only to leave them,
fading endlessly
into darkness.

Or what’s called darkness,
death, or a dead end. The abyss.

A dark point; or a point within itself.

A point not going anywhere,
Lying still in the middle of space.

A point trapped within itself, frozen,
suspended, sucked of all its time.

A point alive only when it’s named, but at no other time. No other point in time.

No other–
What’s the point

Getting larger and larger into emptiness.

Universe unfurling into a big empty nothing.

All forms of life fading, disintegrating from light, proceeding into the darkness

Expanding into space


Just space, taking space, creating space,

trans (taking)



Lying on the ruins of a billion other dead ends just like it.

Nearly obliterated like them.

Nearly breathless but still heaving.

still funneling consciousness into this

percolating information into this

transmitting noise into


Pointlessness until here. Endless roads. Until now.

Breaking ground. Broken.

How, not sure.

A howl, quite sure.

Throttling from the valves of a million dead faces,

Spiraling through the reams of the blood in this body,

Percolating in these open veins:

A broken nation. Long lost tribe(s).

An ancient wisdom;

Still here with you.

Tomorrow we fight another day;

Look up from the deep, the static

All of time and space,

The stars.

They’re still ours.

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