Fascination of Nothing
The writhing yellow flames consuming the void,
Luminescent rays beaming through the window.
Shaking floor as the burning fuel
Propels us through empty space.
The lifeless world, endless but finite,
A curious cluster of dust.
No end in view, no beginning to look back on,
Just the filler in between.
A singularity of space and time,
Sitting alone in the cold.
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