its a riddle of a mission
go nowhere but find everything
something and someone
but refigure so it becomes nothing

thermodynamic and Newtonian edicts
decay to flimsy but hot posits
in thoughtless, abyssal mindspace

timespace ...

I'll let you connect the points
wells, folds, and tunnels

go ahead
build your bridges
engage

I'll hold the poles
snug in my magnetic, electric blanket

you were given a map
it's not the wayfarers' fault
you confused constellations
with prophecy and promise

now sit motionless
angry with fate
for not coming to you

you are already there ... the guru vows

nothing embraces
but let's be honest
not truthful ... but honest
as a lover ... eternity's a drag

the vacuum supplies contrast
black point and definition
but set against the nova and stellar
no amount of depth and stillness
make up for its lacklustre

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