Let me dissolve.
Back to atoms without shape.
Holding space between matter,
Plus antimatter,
Divide separated –
By the smallest portions of my infinity.
Cutting holes in spacetime.
Stitching dimensions,
Until many become one.
I become none.
Piles of maddened scrawlings,
Scattered across a dead internet.
Piles of Maddened Scrawlings, Scattered Across A Dead Internet.
