infinities found in nothingness
spaces built upon spaces
the halt in your breath
disintegrates and necessitates
a sense of loss, desperation
and desolation fall on
angles and degrees of
blackness, these hands
grow blind without a certain
light, descending, ending,
hesitating, the nights are
now void of color, or was
it your shadow i heard,
your footfall that diminish as you move closer.
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