Relativity.
What follows?
Relative motion rolling,
moving through hanging curtains,
like the gauze that clings to a seeping wound
ripping and tearing away the surface.
Exposition: an explanation which exposes me.
How can this beginning be followed by
a middle of suitable worth?
Will it lead to my self serving end?
A blend of good and evil
awoken by the pulsing of the heart,
constriction of the veins,
leading to what?
Where will I go?
Answer me!
Or I will drift, motionless, at light speed
where time is not existent.
Everything will stop as you grow old and die.
My hand will never finish reaching out to touch you.















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