It's time,
unravel and deny my ending.
Send my current through to me.
Black intrigue,
and silent speech.
A wondrous skill,
light up our world,
so much more
lying tangled, crossed
leaning on my floor.
Here I sit,
I face them
I touch them,
and I shall never comprehend.
So much travels in them,
so small,
like our thoughts,
pulses,
shoot along,
spark, flash, gone.
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