There are times I think, that yes, okay, maybe I'm glad. If not relieved. That I lingered long enough to see that lastest spark. Even if before, after, I wish I wasn't. What strange turns blur the shadows hunched around corners. So soon forgotten. So soon assaulted.
Traversing along a great black from point to point, never seeing what constellation you trace.
If any. That word again. Apophenia, how you haunt me (or don't(what signs I have misread))
And of course you cannot stand on the surface of a star for long. Nothing holds you up. There is no up. And just like that, you're back in the black again.
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