We Would Prefer an Ending

There are strings

upon which we tread,

on our toes,

Between strikes of the clock.

Every silence

of every second

could stretch out

indefinitely

and dissolve at our touch

into static fuzz,

uncertain physics,

our brains forming faces—drawing

connections—between

black

squirming

blotches

of background radiation.

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