sometimes i see it like this;
the hungriest thing, the universe;
an infinite mouth,
of infinite teeth,
my little life just a tiny mote,
even smaller still,
an unseen breath, when its not quite chill,
but alive i am, slowly still dissolving,
a folded thing unfolding,
another midnight snack from
the perspective of stars and time and space.
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