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Singularity

Crush the world into this single moment,

Allow the birds to still their twittering news in hushed peace,

Let not the cacophony of voices nor choices speak,

Abandon all but relief at the release,

And as you are drawn across event horizons,

And into ever slowing, growing concentricity,

Allow the violent silence to infuse all perception,

As the crushing stillness draws you to it's singularity,

A place where each moment falls in upon itself,

Where every thought and feeling are compressed further still,

Where all of existence resides within a held breath,

That contains all that you've ever known, and all you ever will.

◄ Give Me Space

Old Dogs, Old Tricks ►

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