Droplets of rain that fall incessantly on my window pane
Break into tiny little beads of misty curtain
An almost flicker of eyelashes acknowledges the dissipation
There is no awareness of moisture on my face
Or maybe the fresh and the salt there have combined and unified
The erosion has begun and the sediments run like rivulets
Searching nooks and crannies to merge into
In the rush to infinity there is an empty space
Void of substance, patience and possession
Unerringly they form a queue to melt into the comforting abyss
Home is the cimmerian soul deliquesce in darkness
Complete is the surrender to the angels of despair
Eroded, disintegated, abraded till there's nothing left to lose.
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