Helical Void – a poem

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What dares to fill the void?

Travelling caravan of nervous noise

Creeping over space, tenuous connection

Without end, a start poorly defined

Yet still no less the broad thing,

Creature of burning cold blossoms

Spreading along each line, blind.

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