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Do not meet my eyes.

I will not allow you to meet my eyes.

I refuse to let my Self be destroyed.

I am not supposed to Be forever;

when I Separate,

I am supposed to return

to the Earth, and the Air:

the Watermolecules in me, Flaming

into Luminiferous Aether.

Ferric blood hardening

stars’ hearts, killing

entire solar systems

to bring sweet, loving Black;

light-lack.

I still do not trust You.

When I Separate,

when You Separate,

when the Universe has expanded

fully,

to the Nth degree,

all will hang, suspended momentarily

before immediate

and violent,

instant contraction;

reverse-expansion;

to recongregate and assimilate

into the utter (Old) Nothing:

Void of singularity.

O / |

Off, and On.

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