Defragmenting

Defragmenting
a cosmos of word-shards
replacing
slivers of crescent moons falling
silently
between fingers, spread
to comb through strands of thought
collapsing
into neon tunnels, winding through
hyperspace, folding into first snow,
final breath of the universe, iridescent in their breathtaking creation and destruction, time running backwards through veins like liquid fire, all gone, all going into all cardinal directions and beyond, all present in the single grasp of a planet between two fingertips, exploding, imploding, spinning until coming to rest in
equilibrium

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