I took the dislocated and the frazzled pieces,
the parts of a larger and more elegant design than you or I. I assembled a space; I created the shared nothing. And the abandoned and shattered and remaining pieces grew to surround us and become us and the nothingness inside grew too. We struggled to fill it, then we were crowded. And the fragile occupants and entities were swallowed by the nothingness. Fractured walls caved, until only the ideas remained. Frightened, you joined the wind. You left me alone to rebuild. I listen to the ghosts, and I'll do anything they say.
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