As the infinite dusk shrouds specks of dust, smaller to no point than thus,
the grandest light spoke
A blink of an eye
Eyes wide, unfocused, numbed, peripheral darkness completes
itself while the reality diffuses nothingness with chaos
Eyes wide, though, simpler, tunneled, focused and chained by the webs of freedom.
I would rather blink a thousand times
Hex this paradox
and catch the sweetest blue
Which turned out to be you
Without you, there's no tunnel
to locate the speck of light
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