Midnight Meditation

[mirandir]

I am alone between two moments,
wrapped in the illusion of stillness.

Here there are no triumphs,
only empty memories.
Here there is no future,
only distant silence.

Here there is only vast, unknowable nothing;
no sound but the echo of my own voice.

When I speak, my words become the world.

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