Twisted Universes

Pin on one side. Pain on the other end.

Bleed. Not blood but emotions.

Long deep layers. Fewer words. Hidden truths.

The closer, the farther. Because twisted universes. As the pain will transfer.

Curves are good. Circles. Spheres. Semi-circles. All sorts. Human eye likes them. The spheres they are of course. Karma. Life.
But reality has lines. The flatness. The ends. Infinite ends but ends.

Voids are circles too. Or are they? Probably not. They are nothing. Nothingness is better. Feels nothing. There is nothing.

Just like deep dark webs there are deep dark sides. Much more hidden, much more inaccessible.

Hope, you say. Hope is light. But now even black holes exist.

~Fin.

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