An ounce of thought

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Avenues of lush lighting vacating a location for darkness in the eyes of the observer
With this strange wavepoint exuberance we plead our case for fascination of it's absence
Torn between the arrows and the rhythms of a seperated thought hungry for the taste of something that will end us. Wanting that which will cease our wanting. If only a glimpse were within reach we might not discover the worth of the empty space before that. Duplicitous edge of equal balance, an eternity of abyss between each fleeting instant.