Oozed into miniscule blobs
I hit the event horizon. Everything that can be is;
yet I, I am zilch
no greatness;
the darkness
the space between space
is where I exist. Does existence live here?
shadows drift left and right
white haloed heads move
zigzagged light
unbalanced
sound broken record grooved
queaseid stomach bites
eyes murdered, light ungallant
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