Endless

waves

of black

crash forward

and fall back,

as if to say hello,

goodbye.

A cold shock

sends tingles up your spine

radiating a heat that devours your senses,

sharply jolting you awake

and then

reversing into the break.

The future

laid out on the horizon

within view, but escaping reach.

Finite in its infiniteness,

hello,

goodbye.

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