Needfuls
thread
Nots
tighten
the long chord
vibrates
sound
I cannot hear
my mindspace
collapsing
on itself
evaporating
at the event horizon
my only evidence
of existence
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Like the Nots (knots) and (vocal) chords; imagery both said and hinted.
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