White Dot

Blinking In

Blinking Out

Existence defined by its presence

Not Random

What is the pattern?

Prediction fails us

Our senses not yet Refined

Punctuating the Formlessness

It now Leaves

and so do We

Thoughts formed

Only in it’s presence

We are Tied

Inextricably to the Fleeting

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