Lately,
I’ve been coming loose;
untethered.
Spiraling from my orbit,
and heading out
into forever.
How can this be,
. I wonder?
That there
will come an instant
clapping me asunder.
And I will be no more …
Unwhole.
Everything that made me
will remain
But I
I will never be the same.
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