Blink

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heaviness on my head

even the sky weighs down

so that the air is too heavy to breathe

too thick to move in

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one inanimate object

staring at another

waiting for the soup to cook

waiting for the fade-out

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the blink of an eye

wavering between bright and dull

the flickering shadows

switching between illumination and ignorance

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a glimpse and no more

the constant flux of the universe

the twinkling star already dead

the implosion of yotta centillions

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the knowing of this very moment

that what I know means nothing

that what I think I know is nothing

that the act of knowing is nothingness

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I think I saw light at the end of the tunnel

but I blinked

now back to the beginning

of figuring a way out

          of this long dark tunnel