I’m not scared of the starts that wreck you just a little bit enough.
I do not fear the benign stops that leave you gasping in puddles of truth.
I do not fear nothing that has ever been.
But the steady glide.
The straight line.
That feels like nothing
That becomes from nothing
And will come to nothing at all.
I fear just how long that line is.
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