A thread holds things together. It goes back and forth, working feeling into the skin of things. It's visceral.
Eternity sits a few inches from emptiness,and a black hole anchors the bottom while ashes drift off to the right.It's just what you see when you look closely enough.
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Everything arises from nothing and traces back to its root.