Last night as the world was fragmenting
Deconstructing in fractal microcosms
everything out of reach
Alien to me
sound and visions rippling
from my grasp
Echoing on into the midnight dust
breaking up and multiplying
Replicating as it flowed..
Dissolving slowly as we inhaled each particle
and each other..
I had the surest strongest notion
that Nothing was real
In time and space..
that we were all but as a dream
and all around a particled dreamworld
within a constructed dream
in a future nightmare’s frozen vision
of a self replicating speck of dust
Echoing on into infinity..
through all the universes unknown stars..
That we were Nothing
we were as Dust and Dirt
we could finally fly…
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