Cosmic voids

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Submitting to acceptance:
drifting forever.

Unable to scream
without air.
Unable to dream;
the void waiting there.

Nerves branching out; 
sensitive to the slightest stimuli.
Signals traveling down their stalks:
carrying back nothing,
overloading the senses.

Introspection curling into itself
like burning paper
leaving only terror, in drifting paralysis;
without warmth or sight for light years:
forgotten in the pocket of the universe
amongst its lint and detritus.

 Introspection curls into itself
like a threatened millipede
leaving only terror, as one drifts within;
without warmth or sight for light years:
forgotten in the pocket of the universe
amongst its lint and detritus.

Their nerves stretch out like branches
sensitive to the slightest stimuli
Sensing nothing, hearing nothing:
overloading the senses.

They can’t scream,
because there is no air.
They can’t dream,
the void is waiting there.

It would disturb the silence anyways;
it would be rude to break its long standing record. 



They submit to acceptance,
and drift forever.