midnight; primal elements:
dark water. Let light
break. This dark water
tastes wrong; unseasoned soup, it
will not hold me up.
I throw up my hands.
Your thoughts are not my thoughts, there
will be no meeting
of minds. Dark water
ebbs and flows like breath; it will
not return empty.
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